Sympathy & Empathy / Halo & Pitchfork
Soft Wax
The light has all but burned itself out
And i'm all but burned out on the light itself,
So i called the man down from the Company
To shut the power that brings the Sun to me.
The safest place, blow the candles out
Breathe in, breathe out.
And i'm all but burned out on the light itself,
So i called the man down from the Company
To shut the power that brings the Sun to me.
The safest place, blow the candles out
Breathe in, breathe out.
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Soft Wax
Soft Wax
