الكلمات الأصلية
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Souls Suffer the landscape
In shrouds of dew, as ghosts
Their eternity is for searching
But a certin dissension grows
I've seen them wander
Voices raised in prayer
Consorting in whisper
They curse the ones not there
If you didn't want this and I didn't need it
Then how has this interest become addicition?
If you didn't want it, they why can't you do without?
I know I'm not your first one
But I pray I'll be your last
I've never seen you cry before
But I know I make you laugh
I know and you know, you've heard this all before
These arms are holding on
This heart won't stray from home
I know, I know
God tell me, where's my halo?
