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Revelation fall around your sunday dress
The soul of a smoldering wretch
But for sleep, there's nothing left
But for sleep, there's nothing left

Twisted walking stick, been all up and down this stretch
The soul of a smoldering wretch
But for sleep, there's nothing left
The witch is on fire, she can't regret
The daylight repenting now that the scars have left
Revelation fall around your sunday dress   The soul of a smoldering wretch   But for sleep, there's nothing left   But for sleep, there's nothing left      Twisted walking stick, been all up and down this stretch   The soul of a smoldering wretch   But for sleep, there's nothing left   The witch is on fire, she can't regret   The daylight repenting now that the scars have left