| Immaculate savior
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| This is my prayer to you
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| Dampen my tongue so I can’t taste the malice
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| Numb me from any regret
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| Then touch me with fire
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| Fill me with needles and pins
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| Unlucky weekends have left me for dead
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| Staking out lovers to aid and abet
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| Fall down like rain
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| Run through my veins
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| Land on my lips where you taste like champagne
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| Stinging like needles and pins
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| We’ll cover our footprints
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| We’ll weave it and tie dye the touch
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| We’ll stay up late or all night if we want to
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| Hijack the earliest train
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| But we should be wary
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| Of who we’re pretending to be
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| How many weekends have left me for dead
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| Staking out lovers to aid and abet
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| Fall down like rain
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| Run through my veins
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| Land on my lips where you taste like champagne
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| Stinging like needles and pins
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| Aaahhh… Aaahhhhhh…Aaaahhh…Aaahhhhhhh
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| Oh vulnerable lady
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| You’re speaking a language I know
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| I am immune to your faults and short commings
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| We’re not so different at all
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| Our covers are scorching
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| The spring time is melting away
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| Let’s slip away to the south pass tonight
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| Look to the east as the cities ignite
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| Up and abroad
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| Hammer of God
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| Ten thousand Angels in Heaven applaud
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| It sounds like the drop of a pin |