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Innocent idols who turn me on While selling bibles to babies We sleep for a while but then you are gone All I have left is the story All I can see before me is the darkest blues Because I slip to the depths without you If I met a waitress could she turn me on I got the time to let her know me I keep my focus but my dreams keeps me strong I come abreast of it slowly All I can see before me is the darkest blue Because I slip to the depths without you So many hours that I see before me Now the stars are out of view Because I slip to the depths without you From Letras Mania