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I left a call, the other carpenter tonight
I miss the warmth of her good fire
I know he's guilty, now that you know
I bet you want to be in heaven, in heaven
Put faith in who we [?]
We wait for the crack of feather stones
We are the jaded apostles
On the way to another home tomorrow
Now the body saying we must go
If I have the [?]
I watch your breast, [?]
We wasting time
And the faith that we feel is hollow
We wasting life, time alone
And that we feel is hollow
We wait for the crack of feather stones
We are the jaded apostles
We are the jaded apostles
We are the jaded apostles
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