Counterparts - Separate Wounds Lyrics

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Separate Wounds

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What Are The Lyrics For Separate Wounds By Counterparts?
Numbing the nerve endings in my arms to endure a vain embrace
Exhausted by the light leaving our eyes Our leap of faith will lead us to a bed of blades Remove the skin and reveal to me the likeness of a ghost As teardrops find their way towards my throat Our leap of faith will lead us to a bed of blades Descending from the heaven we created in our heads We both bleed (we both bleed) But out of separate wounds Not meant to mend a different breed of broken Pulling the cure out of the suffering themselves We are two different breeds of broken Remove the skin and reveal to me the likeness of a ghost As teardrops find their way towards my throat I'd sooner die with the deserted than coexist amidst feigned love Bringing your hands towards the sky, expecting me to cast myself down We are two different breeds of broken Our leap of faith will lead us to a bed of blades Descending from the heaven we created in our heads We both bleed, but out of separate wounds Not meant to mend a different breed of broken Pulling the cure out of the suffering themselves We are two different breeds of broken We are two different breeds of broken |
Who Wrote Separate Wounds By Counterparts?
Alex Re, Blake Hardman, Brendan Murphy, Kyle Brownlee
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What's The Duration Of The Separate Wounds By Counterparts?The duration of Separate Wounds is 3:24 minutes and seconds. |
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