paroles de chanson The Preacher - Emily Jane White
One,
two,
three,
four
You′re
like
a
brother
Oh
to
me
A
drunken
lover
Climbed
up
on
me
No,
I
did
not
ask
for
your
rings
No,
I
did
not
ask
for
these
things
With
a
candle
And
an
axe
Light
the
bed
frame
Leave
the
wax
You
said
I
will
not
take
you
with
me
We
watched
the
wind
fall
a
tree
Thank
you
for
sparing
me
But
oh
unto
the
preacher
Oh
you
have
no
name
And
oh
under
the
serpent's
lair
is
where
you
lay
The
moon
it
hangs
high
In
the
night
sky
Rob
from
always
on
the
run
is
so
bad
and
copy
paste
is
a
sin
Oh
your
robes
were
Worn
straight
thin
Oh
damaged
Oh
within
You
said,
I′m
a
hollow
house
of
a
man
A
dour
requiem
plays
within
But
nobody
plucks
a
string
A
handless
symphony
That's
why
I
did
not
ask
for
these
things
But
oh
unto
the
preacher
Oh
you
have
no
name
And
oh
under
the
serpent's
lair
is
where
you
lay
The
moon
still
hangs
high
In
the
night
sky
To
thine
own
self
be
true
In
a
dark
corridor
I
found
you
To
cast
a
light
in
the
dark
On
two
already
broken
hearts
But
I
walk
separately
Thank
you
for
sparing
me
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