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Song Temple - matthew and the atlas lyrics. We wanted to remember everything that we'd forgotten,. We wanted to believe that we were not fading,. In the temple we were unfolding,. In the crooked
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. They carried you home Is it true a moth dies flying into the light?. Is it true a moth dies flying into the light?. True, a moth dies flying into the light. Is it true a moth dies in the light? Stay
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. Like a moth to a flame. I'll pull you in, I'll pull you back to what you need initially. It's just one call away. And you'll leave him, you're loyal to me. But this time I let you be. 'Cause he
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Moth on the wall you never fall. You just disappear from view. You don't even have to try. To make a nuisance of yourself You deny all knowledge. That anything ever happened. Did it ever happen
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Moth on the wall you never fall. You just disappear from view. You don't even have to try. To make a nuisance of yourself. . You deny all knowledge. That anything ever happened here. Did it
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let you fall. 'Til I see. Somewhere better than this place. Some night you'll open your eyes and live far away. Somewhere better than the world I'm an aviator now. Atlas hold me in your arms, I'll
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Verse 1. Further from my widowed home, take the road that sets into the sun,. Waiting for my skin and bone to return and see what I've become,. Summer has not yet been here though my days are long
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Bài hát Atlas Hands - Benjamin Francis Leftwich. Take me to the docks, there's a ship without a name there. And it is sailing to the middle of the sea. The water there is deeper than anything you've
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end of time My heart's in trouble. But I'm feelin' no pain. And I'm drawn to you. Like a moth to a flame Trouble from the start. Trouble till the end. I'm tryin' to keep my will. But I know it's
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. They carried you home Is it true a moth dies flying into the light?. Is it true a moth dies flying into the light?. True, a moth dies flying into the light. Is it true a moth dies in the light? Stay
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forsake me. Take what the water gave me. Lay me down. Let the only sound. Be the overflow. Pockets full of stones. Lay me down. Let the only sound. Be the overflow. And oh, poor Atlas. The world’s a beast
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wind, carrying in. All the troubles and fears you've for years tried to forget. He was the fire, restless and wild. And you were like a moth to that flame. The heretic seal beyond divine. A prayer to a
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