bloodsports - Come, Dog

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Heavenly on the cross As you come down Off this sinking ship Just one more to find What you’re dreaming of Or have you lost control? Trying to sleep it off For the last time But its already gone In between Objects of rumor In between In between Your face and my lying eyes In between Heavenly on the cross As you come down Off this sinking ship Just one more to find What you’re dreaming of Or have you lost control?
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