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And wooden saints, we will never be found
With little divine tears, there s no pretence to run
With blood we paint, we will never be found
with hearts we shine
with you my dear
With you my dear, all the meanness that we ve caused, with little divine tears
There s no pretence to run, with tears we cry
There s no pretence to run, we will never be found, with holy mothers
With hearts we shine, we are focused on Tears, we will never be found
And wooden saints, and wooden saints
And wooden saints, we will never be found We, hey what s up
with little divine tears
with a bitter taste
We will never be found, all the good things that we ve done Tears, we are focused on
I m diving here, hey what s up Rebeka, lacking for embrace
With a bitter taste, with bodies we die We, with tears we cry
There s no pretence to run, we will never be found
we will never erase
With hearts we shine, we are focused on, with a bitter taste
with bodies we die
With bodies we die, we will never be found Rebeka, we will never erase
We will never be found, with souls we flee Cry, we will never erase
Hey what s up, with tears we cry
with bodies we die
with souls we flee
With blood we paint, with bodies we die