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(K.D. Lang/Ben Mink) Keen to the shifting of wind I bend to it blind To rid these kisses of sin That must stay behind Sour the fruit of neglect The core of my doubt Deprived are my veins you infect With or without Fate must have a reason Why else endure the season Of hollow soul The ground on which we leave on How strangely fuels the season Of hollow soul Seeds of uprooted chance Are grains of goodbye Waving boughs so slowing dance Questioning why Fate must have a reason Why else endure the season SongtexteOf hollow soul The ground on which we leave on How strangely fuels the season Of hollow soul La la la la... Fate must have a reason Why else endure the season Of hollow soul hollow soul Fate must have a reason Why else endure the season Of hollow soul La la la la... Fate must have a reason Why else endure the season Of hollow soul La la la la... Fate must have a reason Why else endure the season Of hollow soul Aus Songtexte Mania