Don´t waste your foes The black bird in pain I´m soul dead in ways To cough it away Coping with blame to grow I watch with dismay, the faces are grey As they all come to pray, bestowed Crawling through wonderful lands Don´t waste it god Stand until the magic comes
To stand a bitter problem You wouldn´t get to show me My guilt that has no reason Your guilt becomes your friend To stand a bitter problem To delicate to show me I build and understand them In a better way?
Misplaced your woes Cracked window panes I so have the need To cough it away Covered in debris, to slow To hide far away they would cry days And so come what may, bestowed Crawling through wonderful lands Don´t waste it god Stand until the magic comes
To stand a bitter problem You wouldn´t get to show me My guilt that has no reason Your guilt becomes your friend To stand a bitter problem If it doesn´t get below me My love that has no season Your love that condescends To stand a bitter problem I wished you´d get to know me My world that has no regions Your world that just transcends To stand a bitter problem To delicate to show me I build and understand them In a better way? |
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