Missive - Figure Eight | Текст песни

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Our trails are always winding, but they never seem to meet
So, I’ll build this road and see you there
This heart is made of gold, but it’s stronger than stone
You can try to rip it out, but it will keep on beating

I’ve seen your rose grow up from the gutters.
Stepped on, beaten and torn
The false ideals of love that are stuck in your head
Open up your eyes

You can try to drown me out, but I’ll keep on screaming.

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