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Doesn't mean much, / doesn't mean anything at all / the life
I've
left
behind me / is a cold room / i've crossed the last line / from where I
can return / where every step I took in faith / betrayed me / and led me
from my home / sweet surrender/ is all that I have / take me in / no
questions asked / you strip away the ugliness that surrounds me / are
you an angel? / Am I already that gone? / I only hope that I won't
disappoint you/ I'm down here on my knees/ sweet surrender, / sweet
surrender / is all that I have / I don't understand how the touch of
your hand... / I would be the one to fall / and it's the little things,
/ I miss everything about you. / It doesn't mean much, / it doesn't mean
anything / at all the life I've left behind me / is a cold room / sweet
surrender / is all that I have / sweet surrender / is all that I have to
give.
- S. McLachlan |
Amby's
