Jag kan inte andas jag kan inte stå. Jag kan inte tänka jag kan inte gå.
She was standing there by the broken tree
Her hands were all twisted
she was pointing at me
I was damned by the light
coming out of her eyes
She spoke with a voice that
disrupted the sky
She said 'Come on over to the bitter shade,
I will wrap you in my arms
and you'll know you've been saved'
Let me sign,
let me sign.
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