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I'll kiss your mouth |
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and swallow you whole |
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Been holding my claim |
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like an old 49er |
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Wayward and skinny |
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for dust in the wound |
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for that holy water coming down |
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Out of our way now |
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We're going for gold |
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Been holding our claim |
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just like old 49ers |
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Out of the city |
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and into this room |
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For that holy water coming down |
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on you and me |
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Water coming down |
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Lay me down |
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tell me I've been found |
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'cuz I've been drinking from the flood |
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Wayward and skinny |
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for dust in the wound |
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For that holy water coming down |
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holy water |
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holy water coming down |
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'Cuz I've been drinking from the flood |
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out where no one gets enough |
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I should have known right from the start |
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This is the aching we've been hearing of |
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And yes I'm gonna |
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lay you down |
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So tell me you've been found |
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You knew what I was coming for |
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Went out of the city |
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and into this room |
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For that holy water coming down |
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Holy water |
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sweet water |
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Holy water coming down |
