Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life I need her. I want her…. I worship her. I could give a shit less about …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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