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Let all the pretty ones come on to me,
I have deity and dignity.
With your innocence, I’ll comfort free,
But shutters hide me in this property.
Let all the pretty ones come on to me,
I have deity and dignity.
With your innocence, I’ll comfort free,
But shutters hide me in this property.

I will sit back down and wait,
For a chance I will create,
With words I anticipate,
Games I will participate.
Got much wrong? Well lose the day,
I would rather live this way,
I don’t want my mind to stray,
So I keep the world at bay.

Out with the stranger, hands on my mouth,
Lost in a concrete, undergrowth,
Another disaster, which tells me it's true
Hope I recover, long after we’re through.

Chorus:

When will you come and save yourself?
Stop me, I’m drifting, I’m tired of myself!
I’m tired of myself, trying to control
Your pure soul, your pure soul!

Holy mysteries live here with me,
Will I be here for eternity?
I’m only burdened with my piety,
Absolute in my anxiety.

I will sit back down and wait,
For a chance I will create,
With words I anticipate,
Games I will participate.
Got much wrong? Well lose the day,
I would rather live this way,
I don’t want my mind to stray,
So I keep the world at bay.

Out with the stranger, hands on my mouth,
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Lost in a concrete, undergrowth,
Another disaster, which tells me it's true
Hope I recover, long after we’re through.

Chorus:

When will you come and save yourself?
Stop me, I’m drifting, I’m tired of myself!
I’m tired of myself, trying to control
Your pure soul, your pure soul!
Your pure soul! Your pure soul!

Let all the pretty ones come on to me,
I have deity and dignity.
With your innocence, I’ll comfort free,
But shutters hide me in this property.
I will sit back down and wait,
For a chance I will create,
With words I anticipate,
Games I will participate.
Got much wrong? Well lose the day,
I would rather live this way,
I don’t want my mind to stray,
So I keep the world at bay.

Out with the stranger, hands on my mouth,
Lost in a concrete, undergrowth,
Another disaster, which tells me it's true
Hope I recover, long after we’re through.

Chorus:

When will you come and save yourself?
Stop me, I’m drifting, I’m tired of myself!
I’m tired of myself, trying to control
Your pure soul, your pure soul!
Your pure soul! Your pure soul!
Your pure soul! Your pure soul!

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