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My God lyrics
All the highs are downwards
All your fumble words are spent
Paying no attention
To the thoughts of your dear friend
No point louder
The sound of my power
Sink in deeper
Further each hour
My God
When our stem begins to fold
I will take off quietly
Like a bird that flees the cold
No point louder
The sound of my power
Sink in deeper
Further each hour
My God (x7)
All the highs are downwards
All your fumble words are spent
Paying no attention
Part of these releases
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- Track 9 on Flaws: Special Edition
- 8 Jewel
- 10 Flaws
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- Track 1 on iTunes Festival: London 2010
- 2 Ivy & Gold
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