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Текст песни 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? Hand of fate or devil's claws? From
below or saints above? You come 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 come to me
Here comes the cold again I feel it closing in It's falling down And
all around me, falling
Falling...