Sunday's Best - Tracing Paper Lyrics

Sunday's Best Lyrics

Tracing Paper Lyrics
Here lies the boy with corroded lines.
Let's begin without steam; the state I'm in...

What becomes of him?
Cold, dark, sold, starved, blank, terror...
He won't allow.

Trace the bounded stain.
Will he break the chain?

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