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Twelve Tribes - Still lyrics
witness the end of yourself and write it all down in your blood fiend for the taste of spilling words beneath your tongue, for when i spoke of you i stole the day and bled the sun awaiting home where hand held innocence is feuling life and pain and love bleed through me and we'll be still forever after no movement no breathing she swore she'd always care for me these secrets they burn me and i bleed her beauty is saddening. |
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