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Well let me be your lover, girl |
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Let me find out when |
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There's only one way outta this |
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And no need to pretend |
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The taste of blood is warm and sweet |
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And welcome to his lips |
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The congregation decimated |
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By the shrapnel of his rhetoric |
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I am you and you are me |
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And god is living in everyone |
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And Jesus cried a million tears |
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To save the lives of you and me |
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Yeah, (??????????????????????) |
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(????????????????????????????) |
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Dig the mother, dress the lamb |
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And long live his suicide |
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The taste of blood is warm and sweet |
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And welcome to his lips |
