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letra de communion - vaultry

i hoped i would never have to raise my gl-ss in this circ-mstance, while my throat is parched, dry as a drought, and it doesn’t p-ss and i’m holding back, the wolf known as grief that left his pack, he stands solitary over this lonely m-ss, his jaws seem to shroud us in sobering thoughts, that linger on and on like double knots, he watches us closely from the pews, claws and coat spread like a cross, to blanket us from the sorrows that always come with loss

we hold our gl-sses high

we hold our gl-sses high, like the chalice at the alter
we hold our gl-sses high, like they were made of gold

my thoughts are blank, there’s just so many things i want to say
i let my words wander, i’m sure they’ll find their way

we hold our gl-sses high, like the chalice at the alter
we hold our gl-sses high, like they were made of gold

now i’m standing with my gl-ss raised to the ceiling, surrounded by well-wishers that are wishing for healing, waiting to hear me to build a chapel of worthy thoughts and precious feelings. i breathe deep, and i give thanks for what you meant to me

we hold our gl-sses high, like the chalice at the alter
we hold our gl-sses high, like they were made of gold

- vaultry

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