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Reach in for it Your rusted iron covered claws Pour out your breath into the furnace again And I think I've found a better way to live And I think I've found a better way to die And I've been fitting myself into that small space That you set out for The screaming of the wind Cause that is all I've ever been Sorting through it I never saw something so clear As your hands bound up in prayer behind a closed door But I thought I walked a better road alone Till I found my feet set into stone And that's when I turned back You put me back in my place So I won't be afraid I won't be afraid And I've been fitting myself into that small, small space That you set out for The screaming of the wind Cause that is all I've ever been From Letras Mania