Pale Saints

Pale Saints - Featherframe lyrics

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 Losing everything

The frame on which you hang

The constant (? ? ? )

The source of pain



Losing everything

That she should bring



Waking up the ? ? ? 

Held inside the



Moving space is left to take your place

Of colours against the grain

Feel glass eyes

Waking up the ? ? ? 

Held inside the



He says waking up the ? ? ?                      
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Language: English

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