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  1. ... and Stories of Beautiful Lives (Remastered Version)

From the recording Pedestals for the Broken

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... and Stories of Beautiful Lives (Remastered Version)
by Eric Vain

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You touch at my flesh but I no longer feel familiar
There is a hole
See where I bury my behavior
It's a lonely ghost that haunts a peculiar state I fall
Though don't know how the hell that I am there

You are what I could fear

A train of death
No derail - tracks are built like a god
Glory perspired and is stripped with all my red, red, red blood
There is a hole where signs point toward surrender
Though I don't know how the hell I could ever end it here

Suppose you're I what fear

Run under hills into my hole
This is the place that I call home

 

 

 

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