Letra de la canción 'ALL OF MY PROPHETS' de 'WAXWING'

All of my prophets were singers of sad songs,
so itand's no wonder that iand've been the victim of,
all of my prophets were singers of sad songs,
so itand's no wonder that iand've been the victim of
a wavering faith
a wavering faith,
call me weak if you like
my body gets tired
of itand's internal driver
relentless unsatisfied and wired
look at were youand're coming from
all sheand's been through and all youand've done
stop beating on the ones you love
i am the instrument youand've all awaited
humble iand've been humiliated
iand've seen things youand'll never see
i know what you want to be
so listen if answers you seek
turn your eyes inside out
come to expect all youand've doubted
everythingand's laid out for you,
nothing need be told you
you will know the truth

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