Hail the Ghost - Low Lying Fog | Текст песни

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• Hail the Ghost
• Low Lying Fog

Handshake through a wooden door
I'm reading the same paper
I'm blind to the cure
They say I tried
To hold the Christ from breaking through
The little grasp of life
That I seemed to have

I'm crawling beneath my low-lying fog
My low-lying fog
To heal, heal

Convinced you're the hunted, not the hunter
You're the victim
Never has anything been so absurd
Your history does nothing but affect me
A thousand times you've asked
And now it's done

Wild flowers don't deserve to feel the warmth
That's deep inside of me
I'm crawling beneath my low-lying fog
My low-lying fog
To heal, heal

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