Letra de Pure
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Die over status.
Hanging it from hope.
now it's rushing like a landslide.
Hanging it from hope.
now it's rushing like a landslide.
Oh how pure.
Now it's sweating in the cold.
It's the voices of god.
Bodies haunted from the pressure to be or burn,
scaring hopeless youth.
Watching it decline.
Light a spark in the trees and let this pressure spread.
Now it's sweating in the cold.
It's the voices of god.
Bodies haunted from the pressure to be or burn,
scaring hopeless youth.
Watching it decline.
Light a spark in the trees and let this pressure spread.
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