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Текст и слова песни Sixpence None The Richer – Bleeding

Deep inside the darkest night
Is drinking in the light
From pinholes pricked
Holy needles knicked
In a canopy of white

I'm alone, I'm alone
And I'm beating my soul to make it bleed a drop of hope
Then I'll drink it up in a golden cup and let it grow inside

And I fear that you've gone away
But you must be somewhere near

The fire fades so the deepest shades
Slowly trickle down the wall
In a room I hide will I come outside
And have some kind of fall
All my words, all my words

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