| I am not a man of superstition but your body’s my religion
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| Any cost your world to worship as I press my palms to her lips
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| And I say, come… with me
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| As we plummet through the heavens
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| From the summit of our endless ecstasy
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| On your knees pray to me
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| Quiver like the thunder trembling
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| Taste my passion and surrender unto me
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| My god… what have I done?
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| What am I left with as I watch you go?
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| Without a prayer you leave me here so godless
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| Preach to me heresy
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| Oh and I’m electric, baby now that you’re gone
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| Without a prayer do you feel so godless?
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| Preach to me heresy
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| When all I need is to be needed
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| All you make me feel is needy
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| «I need some space,» need I go on?
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| I’d kill to be your hero
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| But I’ll die before I make myself your martyr
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| Here’s your part now push me harder
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| What am I left with as I watch you go?
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| Without a prayer you leave me here so godless
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| Preach to me heresy
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| Oh and I’m electric, baby now that you’re gone
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| Without a prayer do you feel so godless?
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| Preach to me heresy
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| Still you keep on killing me the same
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| A thorn by any other name
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| But we was always me and never really you and I
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| So I can see how easily you can let us die
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| And as you go you know I know you better than yourself
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| Through all the years and twice the tears
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| I’m just your empty shelf
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| What am I left with as I watch you go?
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| Without a prayer you leave me here so godless
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| Preach to me heresy
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| Oh and I’m electric, baby now that you’re gone
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| Without a prayer do you feel so godless?
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| Preach to me heresy
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| Godless just like me |