Steven Wilson - Insurgentes

Holy Mother of the simple one
When you smile at me you bring me down
You betray your thoughts
All your prayers to naught

Now out of debt, you speak in tongues
And out of breath, your work is done
And your dream, absolves
And your path, dissolve

And your dream, absolves
And your path, dissolve

Written by:
Steven John Wilson

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Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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