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A Stroke of Luck

Hanging by threads of palest silver 
I could have stayed that way forever 
Bad blood and ghosts wrapped tight around me 
Nothing could ever seem to touch me 
I lose what I love most 
Did you know I was lost until you found me

Stroke of luck or gift from God? 
The hand of fate or devil's claws? 
From below or saints above? 
You came to me 
Here comes the cold again 
I feel it closing in 
It's falling down and all around me, falling

You say that you'll be there to catch me 
Or will you only try to trap me 
These are the rules I make 
Our chains were meant to break 
You'll never change me

Here comes the cold again 
I feel it closing in 
You're falling down and all around me, falling

Stroke of luck or gift from God? 
Hand of fate or devil's claws? 
From below or saints above? 
You come to me now 
Don't ask me why 
Don't even try

Stroke of luck or gift from God? 
Hand of fate or devil's claws? 
From below or saints above? 
You came to me now 
Here comes the cold again 
I feel it closing in 
It's falling down all around me, falling

Falling...falling...falling...falling...falling...falling...falling...falling