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The police are gonna wound me The minister will heal me But I think he'll do it equally violently Should I ask him to? Should I ask him to? Should I ask him to? Should ask him to? Only one Only one Could lay claim to me Only one Only one Would choicelessly be sung Please say no Please say no Please say no Please say no I cannot spare thought I cannot spare thought Spare thought, spare thought Spare thought Lay down Was I born a roach? The belly crawling ground Just as I supposed I hear holy hum of Dust thy essence off! You are gladly so You are biting now Softest teeth I know It's in the artist's soul It's in there I should know In all my decent days It was in every one A love that is awaiting A love that is awaiting On my shook soul In the never never never Him I know do you know Been a little leaden lately Come back down on my soul Least he eats the breadcrumbs That I've thrown Lay loose It's all I'd ever do Forever Forever God loves the aching one He loves the aching one Please send the cut thing home Am I the aching one? It's a limb that I'd like to offer It's a limb that I'd like to offer I don't care about the fools or father It's a limb that I'd like loose.
Writer(s): Harry William Burgess, Timothy Richard Harry Slater, Steven John Wells, Thomas James Howe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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