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But when her clothes were cast to our floor, don t you take him away from me
Don t you take him away from me, treat them like sweethearts
Second-hand smoke like rust in my lungs, i ve pleaded for sick men and liars
Lord what s to be given, but when her clothes were cast to our floor, don t you take him away from me
Treat them like sweethearts, damn sure it s given to me, damn sure it s given to me
damn sure it s given to me
Lord what s to be given, make damn sure it s given to me
as the darkness preys at your door
My home could be a home no more, but when the darkness preys at your door, lord what s to be given
But when the darkness preys at your door, your home can be a home no more It, my home could be a home no more
my hands in the fire
Treat them like sweethearts, lord what s to be given, lord what s to be given
your home can be a home no more
Make damn sure it s given, i ve pleaded for sick men and liars
My hands in the fire, your home can be a home no more
I remember the clashing of tongues, second-hand smoke like rust in my lungs
Make damn sure it s given to me, but when the darkness preys at your door
But when her clothes were cast to our floor, but when her clothes were cast to our floor
Damn sure it s given to me, my home could be a home no more Kill, make damn sure it s given to me
still see the rain wet toys on the lawn
as the darkness preys at your door
i still hear the birds through the back door
Damn sure it s given to me, make damn sure it s given Kill, treat them like sweethearts
My hands in the fire, your home can be a home no more
My home could be a home no more, make damn sure it s given to me
i ve pleaded for sick men and liars
My home could be a home no more, your home can be a home no more
Still see the rain wet toys on the lawn, but when her clothes were cast to our floor
Lord what s to be given, your home can be a home no more
make damn sure it s given to me
But when her clothes were cast to our floor, still see the rain wet toys on the lawn
Second-hand smoke like rust in my lungs, treat them like sweethearts
Damn sure it s given to me, my home could be a home no more, your home can be a home no more
Damn sure it s given to me, your home can be a home no more, your home can be a home no more
my home could be a home no more
i ve pleaded for sick men and liars
make damn sure it s given
don t you take him away from me