Текст песни Rome - Rough magic

None so hopelessly blind As he who will not look None so hopelessly kind As he who didn't see they took All that is fair, all that is sweet In this war against descent You shook your head And took the knife instead But that's not what I meant Into the snow grass Upon the hills Holy this and holy that But there's no friendly shapes here Oh, and the blood has made our dream hard to light It's only rough magic There's nothing to it I've overplayed my hand And you never screamed Though you'd had the dream Yeah, you never screamed Though you'd had the dream Too None so hopelessly blind As he who will not look None so hopelessly kind As he who didn't see they took

All that is fair, all that is sweet In this war against descent And you shook your head And took the knife instead But that's not what I meant Into the snow grass Upon the hills Holy this and holy that But there's no friendly shapes here Oh, and the blood has made our dream hard to like It's only rough magic There's nothing to it And I, oh, I've overplayed my hand And you never screamed Though you'd had the dream Oh, you never screamed Though you'd had the dream Too Oh, and the blood has made our dream hard to like It's only rough magic There's nothing to it And I, I've overplayed my hand And you never screamed Though you'd had the dream Oh, you never screamed Though you'd had the dream Too
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