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The Garret - The Pains of Being Pure At Heart
Written by：Kip Berman
The light of our lives burns down
Waiting for hours and hours
Our hunger is just a hum
Another distraction another distraction
But in your arms
I feel lost and torn
Call to a silent room
The answer comes so crystal
It's not like you need to learn
We're tied to each other tied to each other
In your arms
I feel lost and torn
In your arms
I feel a stranger faith
Forget the countless ways
I am so alien a prisoner in skin
Our bodies break like glass
And shatter all our fears
I want to know you then
When heaven disappears
Heaven disappears
Tears in your heart remain oh oh oh oh
And nothing I do could ever undo
But I want to stay halfway the same
All I fear drifting me on it
In your arms
I feel lost and torn
In your arms
I feel a stranger faith
Forget the countless ways
I am so alien a prisoner in skin
Our bodies break like glass
The touch is what I need
You take my youth away
And leave me with no need and leave me with no need
Leave me with no need
When I leave you I can't leave you
Part of me remains
In the garret above it was never enough never enough
When I leave you I can't leave you
Part of me remains
In the garret above it was never enough never enough
