It's unfortunate That When We feel we can roll a storm
Ourselves over 'cause we're uncomfortable
oh Where The Devil Makes us
But since we like it when we're spinning in his grip.
It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm
we can roll ourselves over when we're uncomfortable
oh well the devil makes us sin
but we like it when we're spinning in his grip.
Love is like a sin my love
For the one that feels it the most
Look at her with a smile like a flame
She will love you like a fly will never love you, again
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