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under the cross silhouettethe gun inside of her clicked, i smoked a cigaretteand we were perfecti woke, in hot pillow sweatthe gun pointed at me, and my heart's still so wetbloody, but, happywon't ever want to go, where there's a ghost jesuslet me fly to where she isi won't hang my head up high, on that cold crucifixr.i.p where we use to kisssorry when i'm too honesti can't believe in god, without a gorgeous goddessin his flawless plots'cause i saw this all spiralfrom a lightyear away, when a gun's indescribablemight hear you saywon't ever want to go, where there's a ghost jesuslet me fly to where she isi won't hang my head up high, on that cold crucifixr.i.p where we use to kiss Aus Songtexte Mania