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Holding, you close, feels like, a cut-throat,
Losing blood, the weakness of, falling in love,
And I was never afraid of the dark,
Until you, oh the weapon you make of my heart,
And it?s true, I was never afraid of the dark,
Until you, oh the weapon you make of my heart,
Resisting, your soul, is walking, a tightrope,
The distant sound, of dangerous ground, wolves are calling,
And I was never afraid of the dark,
No I was never afraid
Until you, oh the weapon you make of my heart,
And it?s true, I was never afraid of the dark,
And I was never afraid of the dark,
No I was never afraid
Until you, oh the weapon you make of my heart,
Love is believing,
love is believing?
And I was never afraid of the dark,
No I was never afraid
Until you, oh the weapon you make of my heart,
And it?s true, I was never afraid of the dark,
No I was never afraid
Until you, oh the weapon you make of my heart.
Till the weapon you made of my heart