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• Artiste: Tradition
• Titre: Before The Altar
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Bone meets bone, clash in fire Stand alone, or stand beside her I can't stand, these overtones There is no chance, says these mortal glands Oh, in the morning, in the morning When everyone else is gone you'll have the last word, I don't feel like I belong, to your secret songs I burned my hand, I burned my good I'm still young, It wont last for long Say your prayers, shave it all off Oh, in the morning, in the morning Have a secret, here's a secret take a diarhetic, and just Play along, I let go I don't want to know, what the mirror can show me Anthemic soul. shake your tone Magic realism is just, melodic drone Oh, in the morning, in the morning It's the most that ive been thinking, and the touch I feel is shrinking from your Mighty palm, A second rate numbing Most of all, It's all my fault I should just love, I can't be upfront Why don't I just speak, Instead of singing Oh, Why does everybody need a password im a solo i am sow low I am basic, and the sake of all the shackles holding in My mind is gone, break the blood Beat the drum, beat the lasting past Face the waking, the breaking wave Bone meets bone, there is no brain