
The Soul is Not A Smithy Songtext
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And I heard
the songs about you
crashing through the wind
And I hurt 'cos
you might never want
to see my face again
You were my best friend X2
to give me one more
try just one last try
I know that I fucked up bad
but I still - I got your back
a fist fight, a thunder crack
I wish I could take it back
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
I'm sorry I know
And I heard the songs about
you crashing through the waves
in the basement cough sniff the
bass kick awful and graceless
moths in the weightless glow
And bound you down the ghosts
surround and float in their faceless
boundless and patient soft was
your waist in water and basic clothes.
If you decide
the songs about you
crashing through the wind
And I hurt 'cos
you might never want
to see my face again
You were my best friend X2
to give me one more
try just one last try
I know that I fucked up bad
but I still - I got your back
a fist fight, a thunder crack
I wish I could take it back
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
I'm sorry I know
And I heard the songs about
you crashing through the waves
in the basement cough sniff the
bass kick awful and graceless
moths in the weightless glow
And bound you down the ghosts
surround and float in their faceless
boundless and patient soft was
your waist in water and basic clothes.
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