This road can only lead to battle |
(It can only lead to war) |
And different reasons bid us ride |
(I have reasons of my own) |
For me the heritage of magic |
(You never had a choice) |
For you all glory, gold and pride |
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I'll take my grief in little pieces |
(Some hurts won't go away) |
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And die a little every day |
(Every day I hurt some more) |
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You'd rather call me 'friend' than 'lover' |
(I can't face that pain again) |
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Perhaps yours is the better way |
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But I could really use a friend, now, |
(So many friends are gone,) |
Someone to tell me who I am |
(Just this stranger by my side) |
With all my loneliness and longings |
(I'm better off alone) |
And grief for things I cannot understand. |
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I'll take my grief in little pieces |
(Some hurts won't go away) |
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And die a little every day |
(Every day I hurt some more) |
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You'd rather call me 'friend' than 'lover' |
(I can't face that pain again) |
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Perhaps yours is the better way |
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I should be grateful you ride with me |
(Someone still takes my side) |
I should mistrust, you all the same; |
(Why she trusts me I don't know) |
But if they kill us both tomorrow |
(In the fight we know must be) |
No-one else will even know my name. |
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So I'll take my grief in little pieces |
(Some hurts will never go) |
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And die a little every day |
(Were the friendships worth the pain?) |
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I'd rather call you 'friend' than 'lover' |
(Will I ever love again?) |
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It may not hurt so much - that way... |
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