.[Repeat: x2]
Is that you, my Lord
Hands on my knee, my Lord
Fingers running up my sleeve, my Lord
Asking me to leave with you
My Lord
I freaked at the festival, I'm almost sick again
Our memories are sighed away
All the TV's are stoned
It's no const.
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