writing down my sins.

Published Sunday, September 21, 2008 by jovi | E-mail this post

well take me, take me back to your bed.
i love you so much that it hurts my head.
say i don't mind you under my skin.
i'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.

when we were made we were set apart.
life is a test and i get bad marks.
well you're my favourite bird and when you sing.
i really do wish that you'd wear my ring.

now some saint got the job of writing down my sins.
the storm is coming, the storm is coming in.

you're brought back but you're running.
i'll find sleep in the end tonight.
i can't shake this little feeling.
i'll never say anything right.

degausser - brand new

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