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winchestheart  

gather up in the arms of your pity,
the sick, the depraved, the desperate, the tired,
all the scum of our weary city,
gather up in the arms of your love,
those who expect no love from above

i ask you this: which way to turn?
i ask you this: which sin to bear?
which crown to put upon my hair?
i do not know, i do not know 

there’s lonely people in the lonely night, 
they grab a lonely dream and they hold it tight
there’s lonely people in the lonely day 
who work to sit their dream away

and so i ask you this: which way to turn?
i ask you this: which sin to bear?
which crown to put upon my hair?
i do not know, i do not know