Revelation fall around your sunday dress
The soul of a smoldering wretch
But for sleep, there's nothing left
But for sleep, there's nothing left

Twisted walking stick, been all up and down this stretch
The soul of a smoldering wretch
But for sleep, there's nothing left
The witch is on fire, she can't regret
The daylight repenting now that the scars have left


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Walking Stick song meanings
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