"This Should Be The Place" by Agnes Cecile
When you came to me with your bad dreams and your fears
It was easy to see that you'd been crying
Seems like everywhere you turn, catastrophe it reigns
But who really profits from the dying
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you forever
I could hold you in my arms
I could hold you in my arms forever
When you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions
It's my worried mind that you quiet
Place your hands on my face, close my eyes and say
Love is a poor man's food, don't prophesize
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