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The darkness is creeping in And the world is a place to hide I'm on my knees in the cool winter breeze And I think of you  And I have tried and I have won And I have done so many things We'll sit and smile and stand for a while And I have done so many things  The soil breaks your fall As you come crashing down Like you've done a thousand times before Your smell's still rich on my nose As you tore back my cheap clothes  And I have tried and I have won And I have lost so many things And we sit and smile and stand for a while And I have lost so many things  And I still hear your voice, in my house, in my room You're calling, you're ten feet falling down Soil will break your fall Like it's done a thousand times before And I still think of you when the night gets cold  When it's cold  