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

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