My Dying Bride Gather Me Up Forever текст песни, слова песни Gather Me Up Forever My Dying Bride
My Dying Bride - Gather Me Up Forever
The race ignore me
I sit here twisted, and it hurts me.
The Son is near
His way made for him
Among the hopes
Ten thousand suffering
Oh how my heart aches
The brilliant stories cascade about me
To be handsome again
Thou art all deformed, and I feel your pain
What I touch with my hand, I touch with my heart.
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