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You’re the heartbeat filling with winter Branches without any leaves I am not swollen with hope But the further we go I see the old route line with no trees And the roses climb out of the black hole honey with two hands out a window to me Holding me near so I look for my face is that really me After each step Please lock the door behind me Please please no memory to blind Beyond tonight just lead tomorrow to find me With whatever it’s going to bring And the roses climb out of the black hole honey with two hands out a window to me Holding me near so I look for my face is that really me From Letras Mania