Favourite Sinner - текст песни
Favourite Sinner
When God comes to me I will be shaking Gun loaded on my knee My fingers waiting Gonna tell him I was born, mistaken Then I'm gonna let my fingers slip
God help my shaking hand I can see your light They're lining up the dead Gonna take another sip of your soul Your favorite sinner
My god is just a dream He's got the answers This city's killing me faster and faster Gonna tell him I was born, broken And then I'm gonna let myself run free
God help my burning hair I can see your light You're lining up the dead Gonna take another sip of your soul
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