Please take me back to your bed, I love you so much that it hurts my head. I dont mind you under my skin. Let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. When we were made, we were set apart. Life is a test and I get bad marks. Now a saints got the job of writing down my sins. The storm is coming, the storm is coming in.
You're my favorite bird and when you sing, I really do wish that you'd wear my ring. No matter what they say, I am still the king. The storm is coming, the storm is coming in.
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