Our Survival Depends On Us - A Sacred Heart | Текст песни

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A place to hide from ones own thoughts
Where spirit does not guide
A silent desert, bright and plain
Where souls need not restrain

I don't have to die to go to heaven
No hollow bones that turn to dust
It takes a sacred heart to care for me
To heal my wounds with tender touch

An echo in another's mind
And death will hearken to the stave
The sinner with the unpaid bill
Will pay you in the grave

I don't have to die to go to heaven
No hollow bones that turn to dust
It takes a sacred heart to care for me
To heal my wounds with tender touch

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