Lyrics

Your lips are stained with fiction You always have your reasons And I spoil you rotten Your hands are sealed in pockets You fill them with your secrets To you, I am nothing I am Your kiss, sweet like poison You know you make me reckless I'll run but you are friction Your touch feels like heaven You make me hate all my sins You are my religion My religion I have a million reasons to leave you But I have a billion reasons to keep you I have a million reasons to leave you But I have a billion reasons to keep you
Writer(s): Joseph Paul Murphy, Jonathan Alexander Howard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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