Sunday's Best

Sunday's Best - Tracing Paper lyrics

rate me

Here lies the boy with corroded lines.

Let's begin without steam; the state I'm in...

What becomes of him?

Cold, dark, sold, starved, blank, terror...

He won't allow.

Trace the bounded stain.

Will he break the chain?

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