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From a fall I hold the word conviction
And the thrill to the swell is in your golden touch
But the flesh is weak and without reason
So I (slave to your beat and sought-?) for all time
God give a little love
Bring me back a dog in the next life
God give a little love
Wanna be a dog in the next life
When you strike with soul and quick precision
I am (smack...-?) and cold desire
And they say the retched get their kingdom
Bring it on, it's my time, let's go, we all die
Chorus.
The trouble is me
You, the trouble is me, you...
Chorus.
