| I’m not the preacher here
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| If I could reach I would reach
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| Into the belly of the beast
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| And feast on the sex and sin
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| Thirty shades of the seven
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| Come here, lay with me
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| And taste what I have to give
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| All the greatness of the flesh
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| The flesh we are made off
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| Your taste will haunt me in my dreams
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| And I’ll touch you sweetly
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| You rapture this dirty devotion
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| The gloom of the man
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| The arising, the dragon’s fire
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| Saturday vultures with high class fever
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| I got a secret you all want to know
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| Just take all your clothes off
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| Oh, think I’ll have a say
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| Just might get my way
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| Oh, for a little while
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| So let’s fight
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| Let it out, see them changing
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| Just don’t wait
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| Let it out, just you change
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| Come here, let me take you away
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| To keep the precious moments at bay
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| You can pray if you wanna see
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| All the good things that got away
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| Hell yeah
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| The arising, the dragon’s fire
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| Saturday vultures with high class fever
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| I got a secret you all want to know
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| Just take all your clothes off
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| Oh, think I’ll have a say
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| Just might get my way
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| Oh, for a little while
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| So let’s fight
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| Let it out, see them changing
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| Just don’t wait
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| Let it out, just you change
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| Try to forget
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| That nothing waits in the dark
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| But won’t you rather be gone
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| Get up now, everyone falls
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| Try to forget
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| That nothing waits in the dark
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| But won’t you rather be gone
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| Get up now, everyone falls
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| Try to forget
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| That nothing waits in the dark
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| And don’t you grab till we’re gone
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| What was in our hands before
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| The arising, the dragon’s fire
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| Saturday vultures with high class fever
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| I got a secret you all want to know
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| Just take all your clothes off
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| Oh, think I’ll have a say
|
| Just might get my way
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| Oh, for a little while
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| So let’s fight
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| Let it out, see them changing
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| Just don’t wait
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| Let it out, just you change |