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jesus the church, stuff and satin nights p.s. its all bull shit
you held up my name and shone back my light you built up a house for us both you looked in my eyes and laughed at my shame told me it would be alright but im sorry - and i love you - oh god how i love you
i descried your faultless attempt at flight to tear away from our ascribed command ild violate your sanctity with my schismatic profanity of three words that you bore that you wont hear no more cos im sorry - and i love you - oh god how i love you
and this lukewarm pinning enough to make me sick you knew ild die for you as i hang from this cross avaricious lust from the stain on your heart as i bleed away with our interned trust but im sorry - and i love you - oh god how i love you oooooooo how i love you ooooooooooooohhhhh how i love you. Nights in white....(ooops) |
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