from the fall I hold the word conviction
and the thrill to the swell is in your golden touch
but the flesh is weak and without reason
so I slave to your beat and soul for all time
god give a little love, bring me back a dog in the next life
god give a little love, wanna be a dog in the next life
when you strike with soul and quick precision
I'm snagged by a nervous twitch and cold desire
they say the wretched get their kingdom
breathe on, it's my time, let's go, we all die
Chorus
the trouble is me, you
X3
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