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• Artiste: Dear Hunter, The
• Titre: This Body
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I'm struggling on strange extremities To run after a light that keeps on dimming But these bones will only brittle and decay While the space between my body and my mind keeps caving in...(Oh my God) This body's not a temple, it's a prison (Yeah) And every wall inside here is on fire (Yeah) I've been stirred by something wretched, something weary But the sentiment is starting to seduce (Oh my God) This body's not a temple, it's a prison (Yeah) And every wall inside here is on fire (Yeah) But I can't say that I mind my body burning (Yeah) Cause this body's not a temple it's a prison (Yeah) Somewhere I went wrong and gave into this holy terrible mess in an attempt to do what I thought was right This body's not a temple, it's a prison (Yeah) This body's not a temple, it's a prison (Yeah) This body's not a temple, it's a prison This body's not a temple, it's a prison Your body's not a temple, it's a prison This body's not a temple, it's a prison