What i was to you
kind little songwriter
long haired absent
What i have become
from your eyes to our eyes
ghosts of thousands trying to outreach our corpses
some flesh to blame, just some flesh to blame
Our delirious minds are drifting
weary bodys O us are far away payind others dept
I'm sick and tired redeem our sins
What i was to you
kind little troubleseeker
prophet of waken
What i have become
from your eyes to our eyes
ghosts of thousands trying to outreach our corpses
some flesh to blame, just some flesh to blame
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