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Live - Sweet Release
I hope she lights that candle
I hope she shows me everything
And all that light can bring
Her skin, it begs my worship
Like a mad temple crowd
I crush her, she goes down
We melt up from the ground
Up to better times, sweet release
Take me now, take me now
Up to better times, sweet release
Take me now, take me now
Doubt, get right behind me
You're a cloud, just a blemish on the sun
And these better times to come
Our love, this cloak and dagger
This silent will to brighten everything
And find the road that leads
Up to better times, sweet release
Take me now, take me now
Up to better times, sweet release
Take me now, take me now
And if we die tonight
Take our leave from this plastic place
Become the dove child
And fly away
Up to better times, sweet release
Take me now, take me now
Come on baby up to your better times, sweet release
Take me now, take me now
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