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 My father's stories fell upon us 
Filled us with his light 
Gospels, fertile minds 
Taking root, taking root 
 
His pocket change would jingle 
Sacramental bells 
Heads tucked low 
Sneaking peaks, sneaking peaks 
 
And the rain comes down 
It's dark and the browns begin to bite 
Here you will always be behind me 
And you will not go away 
 
There he sleeps on untamed land 
Dark corners yet discovered 
His heart yet to be 
Trod upon, trod upon 
 
I can't bear to hear his breathing 
Simply knowing what's to come 
I can't bear to hear your breathing 
Knowing what's to come, what's to come 
 
And the rain comes down 
It's dark and the browns begin to bite 
Here you will always be behind me 
And you will not go away 
 
And the rain comes down 
It's dark and the browns begin to bite 
 
And the rain comes down 
It's dark and the browns begin to bite 
 
And the rain comes down 
It's dark and the browns begin to bite 
 
Here I will always be behind you 
And will never go away 
  
            
 
HATA BİLDİR
 
 
		
        
        
        
         
         
         
         
        
        
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