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Some say that love
Is an opening door
A taking of cues
All that we came for
Like planting a seed
But there's so much more
To looking for love

The fringe and the flock
Think they've got it planned
Collecting their dues
In life's one night stand
But their offering of peace
Is the back of a hand
As they claim to know love

One whisper from the darkness
Real low - Real slow
Appealed and revealed
I can't seem to let it go now

Some say they see
Love's silhouette in war
Surrender the flesh
To consecrate the score
Harvest the weeds
Until there's nothing more
Claim it's for love

There's a wound in the earth
Where a wall used to stand
Sanctified soil
In terrified land
Who can escape the visage
Of ten thousand helpless hands
All reaching for love

Voices calling from the nothing
Real low - Real slow
It feels so surreal
I don't want to let it go now

Lyrics and Music by C.Arters
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