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Chemical Playschool Vol. 10, 1997
To be as light as poppy seeds free-falling on a gentle breeze. Descend upon the devil's ground and bring the lost souls to their knees. As deserts bloom, despair retreats, and faith returns in crimson wreathes, plucked from the garden that is me expanding.
Faith returns in crimson wreathes, locked from the garden that is me. I shall land on where I'll please, and where I go you'll know I've been. Red ribbons around your feet and you'll believe again, believe again... There's so much left to live for.
Where I go you'll know i've been, red ribbons around your feet and you'll believe again, believe again, there's so much left to live for. Believe again, believe again, there's so much left to live for so much left to live for.
To be as light as poppy seeds free-falling on a gentle breeze. Descend upon the devil's ground and bring the lost souls to their knees. As deserts bloom, despair retreats, and faith returns in crimson wreathes, plucked from the garden that is me expanding.
Faith returns in crimson wreathes, locked from the garden that is me. I shall land on where I'll please, and where I go you'll know I've been. Red ribbons around your feet and you'll believe again, believe again... There's so much left to live for.
Where I go you'll know i've been, red ribbons around your feet and you'll believe again, believe again, there's so much left to live for. Believe again, believe again, there's so much left to live for so much left to live for.