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This is whats become of us now, And somehow we live with this I give into this This is the darkest of nights This is the coldest of days As glory rest so high above, It seems impossible to reach. These lonely nights Keep bringing me down Further and further down Well this is the darkest of nights This is the coldest of days So I'll let it be known That this ship would've sank Oh this plane would've crashed Right into your Astoria This is me at my lowest This is you at your highest. From Letras Mania