Texty písní Sixpence None The Richer This Beautiful Mess Love, Salvation, The Fear Of Death

Love, Salvation, The Fear Of Death

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well i'm staring straight into the face of hell
you're so close and you can't even tell
i'm so wrapped up inside
because i don't have much to love

horrified i reel from pits unseen
falling off my pedastal of plentiful deeds
as it crumbles down on top of me
i contemplate my lack of love

come and save my soul
before it's not too late
i'm not afraid to admit
how much i hate myself

all these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head
surrendered body to the flames has singed the skin
can't speak in tongues and even if i could
it's nothing
because i cannot love

well i'm staring straight into the face of hell
i'm so close and i can't even tell
i'm so afraid i'll amount to nothing
because i don't have much to love
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