| Purity Ring – Ungirthed Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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This is what I hear for a couple of the missing pieces: The tinge of my eyes is familiar to prostrated men in their call to (?) get close, close, close To culminated piles, that shift when the earth quakes It trembles, trembles (?) and call these men up to their, call these men up their thrones to me the chorus sounds like, the air is familiar, so is that scale dead voices cover their rooms refill their altars, vessels of you and cry in detritioning bones 'Dust of' sounds more like 'dust off' (also, maybe my knuckles instead of necklace?) |
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| Purity Ring – Lofticries Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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i hear something like We waited, tense, with lofticries lofticries with trembling thighs we'd be chaste when we decide we'd be skin with trembling thighs |
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