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Something's come over me, I can't bear to see you live
Between lies, between sins that bespeak iniquity
I just want to hold your pretty hand
The rest of you can be dissolved in acid
I just want to hold your pretty hand
Purified of their sins, fornicators will be purged
Breath of god: wind of change
I ride, (and) you will meet your death, whore
I just want to hold your pretty hand
The rest of you can be dissolved in acid
You've payed for this death with all your sin. Die.
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