You promised me good days
But all are like Sunday
For my words to come out right
My evil needs your inside
To pierce me real through your eyes
Roll eyes
But all are like Sunday
For my words to come out right
My evil needs your inside
To pierce me real through your eyes
Roll eyes
You promised me good days
But all are like Sunday
You rock me around all the time
Now I'm worth my sunshine
Great miracle from God's eyes
Roll eyes
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