Here I am all alone.
A brother, a friend is what I miss in this cold and cloudy night.
So come on in. It's so warm and safe inside.
And let's have a good talk all night long.
Let us stay confused and misunderstood.
Because we're the only ones with a smile upon our faces.
It is late and I'm still waiting for a sound outside my door.
Oh brother where are you?
The door stays shut and logs are turning to ash.
I stay inside, waiting for you to arrive.
But my whispers are too quiet and my arms are made of stone.

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