I must learn to trust my past self
This censure, this creeping doubt
And I'm hollowed out
Hollowed out
Up, on the hill on the Summer Solstice
I made a sigil and I
Burnt it
I burnt it
Even I can't tell when I'm joking
Anymore
Crossing the Rye
I fell to my knees
I saw Angels in the trees
And I broke down
I broke down
I finally figured out what was missing
And said 'Of Course'
Of course
But of Course
Burnt Pixels - Of Course Lyrics
Burnt Pixels - Of Course Lyrics
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I must learn to trust my past self
This censure, this creeping doubt
And I'm hollowed out
Hollowed out
Up, on the hill on the Summer Solstice
I made a sigil and I
Burnt it
I burnt it
Even I can't tell when I'm joking
Anymore
Crossing the Rye
I fell to my knees
I saw Angels in the trees
And I broke down
I broke down
I finally figured out what was missing
And said 'Of Course'
Of course
But of Course
This censure, this creeping doubt
And I'm hollowed out
Hollowed out
Up, on the hill on the Summer Solstice
I made a sigil and I
Burnt it
I burnt it
Even I can't tell when I'm joking
Anymore
Crossing the Rye
I fell to my knees
I saw Angels in the trees
And I broke down
I broke down
I finally figured out what was missing
And said 'Of Course'
Of course
But of Course
Writer: Ian Brzozowski
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