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London Knives

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No one plans like happenstance, yet still they lie still, these still lives

Does all knowing mean all seeing all the grieving that survives

Is it a question of believin’ that believin’ answers lies

Are all answers found in faith and is all faith all knowing wise?

Does all knowing mean all seeing all the grieving that survives

Are we fit to see the reason that the reason does not sit?

Are all answers found in faith and is all faith all knowing wise?

How deep are shadows cast by truth burning lives bit by bit?

Are we fit to see the reason that the reason does not sit?

Nothing shines like sacrifice, a cutting edge will cuts inflict

How deep are shadows cast by truth burning lives bit by bit by bit by bit?

Fact is just a truthful fiction not an honest contradiction

Nothing shines like sacrifice, a cutting edge will cuts inflict

Is it a question of believin’ that believin’ answers lies

Fact is just a truthful fiction not an honest contradiction

No one plans like happenstance, yet still they lie still, these still lives

London Knives London Knives London Knives London Knives

London Knives London Knives London Knives London Knives

No one plans like happenstance, yet still they lie still

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