All Those Words lyrics by The Holy Mess. All those words They lead me here Those 7th chords They read like maps They lead me here This closing moment These...
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All those words
They lead me here
Those 7th chords
They read like maps
They lead me here
This closing moment
These passions poised
Now to move along downtown
And for the first time I won’t miss them
These lives exasperated with stories long since cultivated
Do you know? Tid you care? this is the end
Watch everything fall apart
When the specter’s
Stalking with intent to collect
I'll offer up my hands
Cracked and wrecked
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