Paroles de Our Plague
Water colored fingersPaint my picture
Interlocking tightly
Candles flicker
Trembling hands move with mercy
They will not
Sing to me
Promise I could make it on my own
Throwing flowers at her
My worst behavior
Change my tired patterns
If you could change yours as well
Promise I could make it alone
Sing to me
Promise I could make it on my own
Throwing flowers at her
My worst behavior
Change my tired patterns
If you could change yours as well
Promise I could make it alone
DOMENIC PALERMO, BRANDON D. SETTA
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