Tracing Paper — текст песни (Sunday`s Best)





Here lies the boy with corroded lines.
Let`s begin without steam; the state I`m in...

What becomes of him?
Cold, dark, sold, starved, blank, terror...
He won`t allow.

Trace the bounded stain.
Will he break the chain?



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