There’s every sign
That every mind must bear a little frustration
When souls collide
We’re all bound to meet sometime
If you were my only problem
Then I couldn’t confuse you with the solution
So pretty
Soul pity
I think I better ease back
And let the demons slide
There’s a season ahead
A celebration of life
There’s a season ahead
Of celebration and rhyme
The seams are getting frayed
Feels like something’s ready to break
The seams are getting frayed
Feels like something’s ready to break
So pretty soul pity
So pretty soul pity
And that just a little light
And it’s creeping in
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