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                                                    Are we saved by the words
of bastard saints
Do we live in fear or faith
Tell me now who"s behind the rain
A maze of tangled grace
The symptoms&n">
                                                of bastard saints
Do we live in fear or faith
Tell me now who"s behind the rain
A maze of tangled grace
The symptoms&n">
                                                    She caught the melting sky
It burned but still the winter passes
by and by
To the other side
A slow parade of wind
That blows through threes
That wilted with the season"s children
Are we saved by the words
of bastard saints
Do we live in fear or faith
Tell me now who"s behind the rain
A maze of tangled grace
The symptoms&n
                                            It burned but still the winter passes
by and by
To the other side
A slow parade of wind
That blows through threes
That wilted with the season"s children
Are we saved by the words
of bastard saints
Do we live in fear or faith
Tell me now who"s behind the rain
A maze of tangled grace
The symptoms&n
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                                                    Are we saved by the words
of bastard saints
Do we live in fear or faith
Tell me now who"s behind the rain
A maze of tangled grace
The symptoms&n">
                                                of bastard saints
Do we live in fear or faith
Tell me now who"s behind the rain
A maze of tangled grace
The symptoms&n">
She caught the melting sky
It burned but still the winter passes
by and by
To the other side
A slow parade of wind
That blows through threes
That wilted with the season"s children
Are we saved by the words
of bastard saints
Do we live in fear or faith
Tell me now who"s behind the rain
A maze of tangled grace
The symptoms&n
 
                 
                             
         
     
                                     
                                     
                                     
                                     
                                     
                                     
                                     
                                    