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Sixpence None the Richer - The Early Years - Love Salvation the Fear of Death
The Early Years
01. Healer
02. Angeltread
03. Within a Room Somewhere
04. The Fatherless and the Widow
05. Trust
06. Field of Flowers
07. Bleeding
08. Love Salvation the Fear of Death
09. Spotlight
10. Dresses
11. I Can't Explain
Well I'm staring straight into the face of hell
You're so close and you can't even tell
And I'm so wrapped up inside
I don't have much to love

Horrified I reel from pits unseen
Falling off my pedastal of plentiful deeds
As it crumbles down on top of me
I contemplate my lack of love
Come and save my soul
Before it's not too late
I'm not afraid to admit
How much I hate myself

All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head
Surrendered body to the flames has singed the skin
Can't speak in tongues and even if I could
It's nothing
Because I cannot love
Come and save my soul
Before it's not too late
I'm not afraid to admit
How much I hate myself

Well I'm staring straight into the face of hell
I'm so close and I can't even tell
I'm so afraid I'll amount to nothing
'Cause I don't have much to love
Much to love
Much to love
Much to love