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I am the pride at the heart of a man I am a refuge in a dangerous land I am a wall or a line in the sand I am a gathering I am a stand Hold, hold me Well whose going to hold me now? Not you I am the daylight when darkness draws near I am a signal that's heard without ears I am the rapture and I am the tears I am a centre regardless of years Hold, hold me Well whose going to hold me now? Not you From Letras Mania