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Favourite Sinner
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Drugstore
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When God comes to me I will be shaking Gun loaded on my knee My fingers waiting Gonna tell him I was born, mistaken Then Im gonna let my fingers slip
God help my shaking hand I can see your light Theyre lining up the dead Gonna take another sip of your soul Your favorite sinner
My God is just a dream Hes got the answers This citys killing me Faster and faster Gonna tell him I was born, broken And then Im gonna let myself run free
God help my burning hair I can see your light Youre lining up the dead Gonna take another sip of your soul Your favorite sinner x3
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