Abecederians - Dinner | Текст песни

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Don't wait the sun
Find your cross, the holy one
Before I'm at your door,
I call your house
I'm quiet as a mouse

Hands that crave your skin
Wipe drool from his chin
Locks won't last all night
Beg God for morning's light

But go ahead and beg away
Plead with Jesus for the day
But Satan has such different plans
Your soul is inches from his hands

The door explodes, I'm here
I smell your scent,so near
It's too late to run, I'm in your house
You'll melt in my mouth

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