The Way Of The World Songtext

There are eyes that, cannot seeAnd fingers that, cannot touch That's the way. Of The WorldThere are dreams left, empty and blank And legs that have, ceased to walk That's the way. Of The WorldThere are kisses, undeliveredSighs and moans, UnutteredThat's the way. Of The WorldThere are hearts, nolonger beatingAnd there are entrails, spilled on the floorThat's the way. Of The World

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