Pale Discretion
Pale Discretion - Witch's Tongue songtekst
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Creates of mind, a wound Wounded by treachery Repairing blackness only Revenge holding motivity On wings she'll deliver All that you would hope to be A fork tongue is whispering A prize too golde Gifts, they will Whiher Loosing their lustery A wanderer wears a lonely gun Being ware the witch's tongue Speaking chants in rhyme She shows you just what you want to see Then she'll switch to rob you blind Leaving you in misery On wings she'll deliver All that you would hope to be A fork tongue is whispering A prize too golde Gifts, they will Whiher Loosing their lustery A wanderer wears a lonely gun Being ware the witch's tongue
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Taal: Engels
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Deze songtekst wordt hier getoond met toestemming van de Federatie van Muziekauteurs en Uitgevers (Femu).