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Bled by algren
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The words come hard now
As they stumble over his tongue
As they race to ask him from his love
On the way towards their freedom
Enrapture my soul
He had so much to give
But he carried the world’s songs
He bled them for so long
Painted glass he saw through
Something’s going wrong
He’s got the grace to carry on
A light, a hope, a dream
Compromise the painted face’s masquerade
And he bled what he bled as investment
And he swam on to judgment
Enrapture my soul
He had so much to give
But he carried the world’s songs
He bled them for so long
Painted glass he saw through
Something’s going wrong
He’s got the grace to carry on
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