Sixpence None The Richer - Love, Salvation, The Fear Of Death
from the album "This Beautiful Mess"
from the album "Collage: A Portrait Of Their Best"
from the album "Tickets For A Prayer Wheel" (remix)
from the album "Collage: A Portrait Of Their Best" (remix)

Well I'm stairing straight into the face of hell
You're so close and you can't even tell
And I'm so wrapped up inside
I don't have much to love

Horrified I reel from pits unseen
Falling off my pedistal of plentiful deeds
As it crumbles down on top of me
I contemplate my lack of love

Come and save my soul
Before it's not too late
And I'm not afraid to admit
How much I hate myself

All these gongs and cymbals ring inside my head
Surrendered body to the flames that signed the skin
Can't speak in toungues and even if I could it's nothing
Because I cannot love

Come and save my soul
Before it's not too late
And I'm not afraid to admit
How much I hate myself

Well I'm staring straight into the face of hell
I'm so close and I can't even tell
I'm so afraid I'll amount to nothing
'Cause I don't have much to love
Much to love
Much to love
Much to love

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