Steven Wilson

Steven Wilson - Insurgentes lyrics

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Holy Mother of a simple one
 When you smile at me you bring me down
 You betray your thoughts
 All your prayers to naught

 Now out of death you speak in tongues
 And out of breath your work is done
 And your dream absolve
 And your path dissolve

 And your dream absolve
 And your path dissolve

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Language: English

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