Clinging to the past only offers misery with no solace. Bath within the holy spring to cleanse the impurities and escape the fate of eternal burning fire.
Roving Gypsies
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HOLY SPRING
onto the faded past you cling
ooooh feel that same old sting
the needle bears down in your flesh, they say that the wicked get can no rest
Ooooh that familiar ring
in your ears crying out again
you speak but no one hears
oh thy holy spring
wash away these dirty sins
make you clean make you right
take away this looming blight
purge it from your darkened soul
save you from eternal fire
upon your head heaping coals
Now you've lost control
the taste of blood so bittersweet
falling fast
falling deep
you feel down the rabbit hole
oh thy holy spring
bath me in your waters clear
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