Belle Epoque - And We Will Be Delivered | Текст песни

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Collapsed in your arms my body has failed me
This vessel is a shell plagued by defeat.
I can't imagine life alone in darkness
Without the strength to carry on.
I'm holding onto ideas of dissolution,
This desolate sky won't let light through.
I can't imagine life alone
Hear me, hear me.
When you call to me I will say
'I'm sorry, forgive me for the things that I've done'
When you call to me I will say
'I'm sorry, forgive me'
Hold on to me 'cause I want to love like I should.
My body is a wreck and I was the driver.
My God, I feel so wrong, like I've lost everything
But you would never let me go through this alone.
When I get to the gates I will say
'Pass judgment on me, pass judgment'
When I get to the gates I will say
'Deliver me, deliver me with grace'

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