I left my conscience like a crying child
locked the door behind me put the pain on file
broken like a window i see my blindness now
i need love
not some sentimental prison
i need god
not the political church
i need fire
to melt the frozen sea inside me
i need love
driving into town tired and depressed
like a flare the streetlight bursts into an s.o.s.
peace comes to my rescue and i don't know what it means
i need love
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