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lyrics

The lonely hours are upon us, and I don't want to be alone, so I reach out willingly blind to what takes hold takes hold takes hold. It won't work to share your warmth, I would not expect more from you cause we don't share realities, but now I can't let go let go, please take hold.

credits

from You Don't Want To Be Here When This All Falls Down​!​!​!, released May 23, 2013
I also wrote this song.

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