• Well take me, take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head Say I don't mind you under my skin I'll 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 marked Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins The storm is coming, the storm is coming in... i.love.him.so.much.

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