I have never seen a saint, I can’t wear a chain
the gold irritates my skin
but there’s those that swear by their saint on a chain
to protect them from dev’lish sin
the gold irritates my skin
but there’s those that swear by their saint on a chain
to protect them from dev’lish sin
Yet they know,
they must, that there is no devil
all of their sins are all their own
the only things grown in the soil of your soul
are grown from the seeds you have sown
all of their sins are all their own
the only things grown in the soil of your soul
are grown from the seeds you have sown
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