As the Leaves Are to the Limbs Songtext

British Theatre

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As the Leaves Are to the Limbs Songtext
For as the leaves are to the limbs
So all the wool is to your son
A comprehensive history
Of the stars was briefly accrued
And the solitary sounds you made

I get to hear it every day
'Cause you're the shape that gives me shape/shade
You're the reason in the fog
If I'm the only one who sees
The light reflecting back at me

If I'm the only one who sees
The light reflecting back at me
The light reflecting back at me

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Cloak the knife my defendant
Not so abrupt to dare you're sold
Hands up the spine our dependent
And fraudulent the claims are sown
Pawn consoles his demented devotee of insane and paused
Light abandoned and selfless you're offered up for Lent
Console yourself get high and defenseless
On the knowledge you were stitched and sown

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Fraudulent they cried in his master's voice a puppet show
For/the circumstance enthusiast is lost on you
When you hear these words know that them I own (they're my own)
Can you say the same?
As the leaves are to the limbs so are we/the
Words to your soul
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