Some saints have fallen from on high Through cold stained glass The fire's calling Crawling down the burning match
Gold fires The wicked bells they crash No grave To save me from my haunted past
Hey man, I know where the river goes Hey man, you will reap what you sow
You can't find a way to take your heart And make it fly away So you can live another day without this pain Better to've loved and lost Than to never've loved at all That's what they say A black heart is gonna pay for what's it's done
Way down Upon the cold, cold ground Come down The water's raging out
Hey man, I know where the river goes Hey man, you will reap what you sow
Hey man, I know where the river goes Hey man, you will reap what you sow
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