A Plea For Purging
A Plea For Purging - The Betrayers songtekst
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We are betrayers of perfection Love spoken from these lips means nothing All eyes on me Looking left from right Pulling poison from petals Crimson roses corrode Murder meadow Death fills your harvest In fields of blood Your betrayals stretch for miles Oh how my hands do shake Stretched out to receive The coins sing, as they hit the ground Oh, how the silver shines in our eyes We are betrayers of perfection
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Deze songtekst wordt hier getoond met toestemming van de Federatie van Muziekauteurs en Uitgevers (Femu).