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letra de all saints eve - jack hardy

[verse 1]
it was all saints eve
though some call it halloween
and all the saints were there
quite decadent and obscene
when i crashed through the door
just to make myself heard
they said, “what are you here for
and what are these words?”

[chorus]
but all my words are for love
all my words are for love
all my words are for love, for love, for love, for love
for the love of a woman who’s scarred on the soul of her breast
with a scar on her breast
with a child at hеr breast

[verse 2]
so here wе are awaiting
the judgment of paris
as though we had learned the first time
as though some phantom dare us
i’ll have none of your victory
i’ll have none of your wisdom
i’ll have none of your
most beautiful woman of the world
[chorus]
but all my worlds are for love
all my worlds are for love
all my worlds are for love, for love, for love, for love
for the love of a woman whose scar is the soul of her breast
with a scar on her breast
with a child at her breast

[verse 3]
the three clowns were laughing
though their redness was from jealousy
and the cymbal was crashing
as to punctuate insanity
as they all looked behind them
at their pillars of salt
dragging everything with them
that ain’t likely to fall

[chorus]
but all my faults are for love
all my faults are for love
all my faults are for love, for love, for love, for love
for the love of a woman whose soul is the scar on her breast
with a scar on her breast
with a child at her breast
[verse 4]
and now the virgin martyr
disguised as a boy
with her innocence on trial
which is what they enjoy
as the whiteness shows through
in the midst of the flames
they start looking elsewhere
for someone to blame

[chorus]
but all my blame is for love
all my blame is for love
all my blame is for love, for love, for love, for love
for the love of a woman who’s scarred on the soul of her breast
with a scar on her breast
with a child at her breast

[verse 5]
maintenant la vierge folle
avec son histoire d’une âme
avec l’époux infernal
son raison d’être notre dame
as the bell slowly tolls
gods and mortals, they ask
“which maudlin is gone?
we can’t see through their masks”
[chorus]
but all my masks are for love
all my masks are for love
all my masks are for love, for love, for love, for love
for the love of a woman who scars the soul on her breast
with a scar on her breast
with a child at her breast

[verse 6]
the nightmare was over
the innocents have fled
tearing bricks from the blockade
and leaving stains on their bed
and the alley cathedrals
using bones for their chimes
with the windows depicting
the most famous of crimes

[chorus]
but all my crimes are for love
all my crimes are for love
all my crimes are for love, for love, for love, for love
for the love of a woman whose soul is the scar on her breast
with a scar on her breast
with a child at her breast

[outro]
with a scar on her breast
with a child at her breast
with a scar on her breast
with a child at her breast
with a scar on her breast
with a child at her breast
with a scar on her breast
with a child at her breast
with a scar on her breast
with a child at her breast

- jack hardy

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