One Hundred Owls - Apple

It's not the faces of the men that we fear, but yet the teeth behind the grin that we hold so dear
In the event that you don't scream, holy mother of Mary
Holding dear like every time
Holding dear like every time
Holding dear like every time
Holding dear like every Day
Ooooohhhhhh

With simple gestures we watch behemoths fall, and still, we jeer when from under us classes call
In the event that you don't see, holy mother of Mary
Holding dear like every time
Holding dear like every time
Holding dear like every time
Holding dear like every time

Written by:
Dario Verrelli

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