Текст песни Insurgentes (2016 Remaster) - Steven Wilson
Holy
Mother
of
the
simple
one,
When
you
smile
at
me
you
bring
me
down,
You
betray
your
thoughts.
All
your
prayers
too
low.
Now
out
of
debt,
you
speak
in
tongues,
And
out
of
bread,
your
work
is
done,
And
your
dream,
absolve.
And
your
path,
dissolve.
And
your
dream,
absolve,
And
your
path,
dissolve.
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