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"Its two in the morning she's on her knees whispering scriptures. I'm tucked underneath the sheets, hiding from the spirits. Oh suffering is known for our family tree.
I'm sorry you've been trying to keep your faith in me. I'm out late getting lost from others dreams, I know there's a special spot in hell for folks like me. Pray you angels, pray for me.
Two in the morning she's on her knees whispering scriptures. I'm too high to call it a day, too low to say I love you. Be afraid, be very afraid of the son you may have lost in me. I'm out late getting lost from others dreams., I know there's a special spot in hell for folks like me. Pray you angels, pray for me.
Mother, come sit with me. You may be the closes think to Heaven I'll ever get."