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You were the hand that I tried to take You're the decision that I could not make You're the religion that I should forsake You were the story I tried to tell You were the savior that tripped and fell Beautiful dancing infidel Who will guard the door When I am sleeping Who will guard the door When I am sleeping I'm not sleeping You were the season that would not change I often was the same Then four horseman came and stole my name I never saw you fall apart I never saw you work so hard Never saw you need no one I am my father's son From Letras Mania