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My Faults Are Your Reward

My Dying Bride

The sweetheart of death, it reaches for me
I ask the meaning for us
The midnight of you, swims into sunlight
I couldn't be more obvious
A river beside, it went by them all

And ordered the words from the sea
I stumbled over hills to be with her
As the sun dropped her flesh
I gave up my tears, crawling from grief
To tell the story of her death

My faults are your reward
My fears look up, I watch the lord
Then God fell into my arms
Orating lonely psalms
With his flag proudly waved
Above the good and brave






Mais tocadas

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