| Hide your heart under the bed and lock your secret drawer
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| Wash the angels from your head won’t need them anymore
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| Love is a demon and you’re the one he’s coming for
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| Oh my Lord
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| He’s bringing sweet salvation, let temptation take him in
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| He’s every fear and every hope and every single sin
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| He is the universe, the love you’ve been imagining
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| Oh my Lord (oh my, my) oh my Lord (oh my, my Lord)
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| And I am ashes, I am Jesus
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| I am precious
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| Could I be your girl?
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| Could I be your girl?
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| Put a chair against the door and turn the lights down low
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| Write a letter to yourself, no one will ever know
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| Tell them all about the girl who just refused to fall
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| Oh my Lord
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| He is the very breath, you feel inside your lungs at night
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| He is the bitter wind who’s drying up your appetite
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| He is the darkness that seeps into your fading light
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| Oh my Lord (oh my, my) oh my Lord (oh my, my Lord)
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| And I am ashes, I am Jesus
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| I am precious
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| Could I be your girl?
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| Could I be your girl?
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| And I am worthless sounds
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| Compared to all your perfect words
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| Could I be your girl?
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| Could I be your girl?
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| Wash the angels from your head, won’t need them anymore
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| Hide your heart under the bed and lock your secret drawer
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| Love is a demon, and you’re the one he’s coming for
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| Oh my Lord (oh my, my) oh my Lord (oh my, my Lord)
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| (Oh my Lord) Could I be your girl?
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| (Oh my Lord) Could I be your girl?
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| Could I be your girl?
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| Could I be your girl? |