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Lyrics: The Bled. Sound Of Sulfur.

Waiting for the sun to set my wings ablaze
The show must go on, the funeral needs a star tonight
I have become the gossip and the choir
The useless and the used
The one who reaches for her arms, I am denial

You are the one who fell from grace
For them is there a reason why?
You are the one who fell from grace
For them is there a reason why?

The funeral needs a star

As you walk away for the last time
Could you hear my heart consumed behind you?
As you turn your back from the dying
Did you feel the sun burn out inside you?

You set my wings ablaze
You set my wings ablaze

You set my wings ablaze
You set my wings ablaze
You set my wings ablaze
You set my wings ablaze

You set my wings ablaze
You set my wings ablaze
You set my wings

You will run from familiar arms
Into their embrace
Into their embrace

You will run from familiar arms
Into their embrace
Into their embrace

I hope they love you like I did
When you needed me and I came for you that night
I hope they love you like I did
When you needed me and I came for you that night

I hope they love you like I did
When you needed me and I came for you that night
I hope they love you like I did
When you needed me and I came for you that night

I hope they love you like I did
When you needed me and I came for you that night
I hope they love you like I did
When you needed me and I came for you that night