Something is found
Something is lost
Went looking for clues in the streets of old New York
And I spilled someone's blood
I broke someone's heart again
someone you know
you're looking at him, my friend
And the people in our lives
We all leave behind
Leave behind
Here we are, in the darkest place
To keep from forgetting I picture your face
And i wonder
While we count the cost
Which is sweeter;
Love or its loss
Vampire heart, Tom Mcrae.
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