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From the fall I hold the word conviction |
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And the thrill to the swell is in your golden touch |
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But the flesh is weak and without reason |
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So I slave to your beat and soul for all time |
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God give a little love |
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Bring me back a dog in the next life |
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God give a little love |
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Wanna be a dog in the next life |
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When you strike with soul and quick precision |
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I'm snagged by a nervous twitch and cold desire |
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But they say the wretched get their kingdom |
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Breathe on, it's my time, let's go, we all die |
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God give a little love |
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Bring me back a dog in the next life |
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God give a little love |
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Wanna be a dog in the next life |
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The trouble is me, you |
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The trouble is me, you |
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Oh, the trouble is me, you |
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The trouble is me, you |
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God give a little love |
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Bring me back a dog in the next life |
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God give a little love |
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Wanna be a dog in the next life |
