Scouring the Wreckage
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Lyrics
uncertainty demands attention like a middle child and narrows focus like a bone saw it is the cocoon from which the truth emerges and once the pattern upon the wings is unveiled it transcends our childish concepts of control and becomes something that simply is we can only accept it and return to the fray like the soldier whose sweetheart stopped writing.
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Song Details
- Duration
- 00:45
- Key
- 2
- Tempo
- 150 BPM