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Wild Son - The Veils
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Wild Son The Veils

Wild Son - The Veils
Your knives are sharp
When you put them in my heart
Though the truth, you'd say
Is I like them there that way

From this hoodlum skin
I can always run to him
Undeserved, capsized
In the gutters of his eyes

Darling I need you far more than I say
None of my fears are as dear to me

And a great light dims
Every day I'm torn from him
And our stars align
In Elysian Fields at night
And the wheels, they turn
And the fallen heather burns
At a loss and scared
In exile and unprepared

Darling I need you far more than I say
None of my fears are as dear to me

Darling I need you far more than I say
None of my fears are as dear to me
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