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Dodano: 11 MARCA 2015

Fallen

My lover's got humour 


She's the giggle at a funeral 


.Knows everybody's disapproval 


I should've worshipped her sooner 


If the heavens ever did speak 


She is the last true mouthpiece 


Every Sunday's getting more bleak 


A fresh poison each week


'We were born sick'

 

You heard them say it


My church offers no absolutes


She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'


The only heaven I'll be sent to


Is when I'm alone with you


I was born sick, but I love it


Command me to be well

 

Amen, amen, amen

 

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