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Here I'm at your door Cold wind hit your eyes The taste of love how far You keep me hanging on And tell me that you're near And tell me that it's real Tell me that the dark You've kept me in we'll move it all Take me Away from pain and suffering And stay with me I've been so alone Take me higher, higher Higher, higher Higher, higher Higher, higher Take me Away from pain and suffering And stay with me I've been so alone Take me higher, higher Higher, higher Higher, higher Higher, higher Higher, higher Higher, higher
Writer(s): Rafael Frost, Jennifer Rene Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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