Claire Voyant - Eventide Тексты

Run for words I nearly catch fire
radiate slumber in this quest I'm your wire
Running for ways I mouth that I'm scared
radiate wonder this flesh just your fringe

Fear these chains are all I have tonight
so I simply forgive
Rings have made you sigh in the work of my
Waiting for word I nearly catch fire
never quite noticed you quench and I
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