Matt Elliott - The Pain That's Yet To Come | Текст песни

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You do a great job as a muse
I'm all lost and confused
unsure of what to do
clawing for clues

And I will send my soul out to you
over mountains and through woods
I'd crawl to you
just to catch a glimpse of you

And should you hear a creaking from the floor
see a movement of the door
you know the score
I'm closer than you thought

And if you think I'm howling at the moon
know I'm howling for you
It's all that I can do
just to spit and scream for you

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