Gin Wigmore - Hallow Fate Lyrics
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Hallow Fate
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What Are The Lyrics For Hallow Fate By Gin Wigmore?
I am a future of a past
A lonely drop in forgotten glass Hallow sinking fast Hallow fate built fast Do I pretend to play your ways That I always stay inside the lane Shallow sinking fast Shallow Fate No god, can find a piece we lost Can save us from these storms In a tea cup that are drowning me This bed, full of nails and our bones Is a taste of all the rose Are broken wish that promised me to feel good (It feels good) (It feels good to be) I am a story you once told A piece of gold now last in show (Hallow saint) (Hallow fate) You can be stronger than I am Without the wing of a superman (Shallow saint) (Shallow fate) No god, can find a piece we lost Can save us from these storms In a tea cup that are drowning me This bed, full of nails and our bones Is a taste of all the rose Are broken wish that promised me to feel good It feels good It feels good It feels good to me without you It feels good It feels good It feels good to be No god, can find a piece we lost Can save us from these storms In a tea cup that are drowning me This bed, full of nails and our bones Is a taste of all the rose Are broken wish that promised me to feel good Without you It feels good to be It feels good to be Without you It feels good to be |
Who Wrote Hallow Fate By Gin Wigmore?
Virginia Claire Butler, Steve Rusch
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What's The Duration Of The Hallow Fate By Gin Wigmore?The duration of Hallow Fate is 3:00 minutes and seconds. |
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