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• Artiste: Veils (The)
• Titre: The Wild Son
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Your knives are sharp When you put them in my heart Though the truth, you'd say, Is I like them there that way From this hoodlum skin I can always run to him Undeserved, capsized In the gutters of his eyes Darling I need you far more than I say None of my fears are as dear to me And a great light dims Every day I'm torn from him And our stars align In Elysian Fields at night And the wheels, they turn And the fallen heather burns At a loss and scared In exile and unprepared Darling I need you far more than I say None of my fears are as dear to me Darling I need you far more than I say None of my fears are as dear to me Blessed's the night Blessed's the night Blesses's the night When none of my fears are as dear to me Blessed's the night Blessed's the night Blesses's the night When none of my fears are as dear to me None of my fears are as dear to me None of my fears are as dear to me