The stranger

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Here I stand

with a blank paper in my hand

Paint it with the ink of your soul

And I will carve the story of the pieces I hold

For the names and love

let them vanish or fly

sing the song of darkness with me

this is the only way

darkness and you both will stay 

and let me leave this story in between

that’s how I will stay

I know your fate

I know your nature

I am no saint

I am the Savior

I know your place

I know your favor

I know your taste

I know your flavor

I know your patience

Your pain, and Your anger

And I know staying here with you is danger

So I'll be a stranger

But every time your lips touch mine

My heart beats a thousand times

Yet they were like cigarettes

They were so addicting but soon burned out

So I'll just be in the background

In the back with my head down

The nobody

But so carefree

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