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Pale Forest >> Merchandise Links
Pale Forest
Turn your head and face the hole from where the white illutions shine Cast a glance upon the mole which taints the skin so pure, so fine The garden hangs inside a room so dark, yet brightly lit The stain you poured from silver spoon the poison stung and bit With the sound of your machine ringing in your wealthy dreams You dance around the calf and your mind is torn in half Try to see how you will feel when, at last you're left alone Shoulder to the final wheel in your machinery of flesh and blood With the sound of your machine ringing in your wealthy dreams You dance around the calf and your mind is torn in half Grinding and moaning the thing comes to a halt Grinding and moaning as you pour the salt With the sound of your machine ringing in your wealthy dreams You dance around the calf and your mind is torn in half
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