Tuesday, November 08, 2005

A Deal with God

It doesn't hurt me. Do you want to feel how it feels? Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me? Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making? You, it's you and me.
And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God, And I'd get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, Be running up that building. You don't want to hurt me, But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware I'm tearing you asunder. There is thunder in our hearts. Is there so much hate for the ones we love? Tell me, we both matter, don't we? Let's exchange the experience
Within Temptation
Running up that Hill

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