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I'm still holding your Judas disguise And my will is still weakened by those Hollywood thighs And I feel deprived Because it's still the old powerful god that lies Below, below, And on/yes her Christian soul; I don't even know I'm still waiting for a renewal in my world Hoping that you'd return cause these Christian girls burn And they burn and they burned all my skill Now my will is as weak as a $5 bill And I'm sold, I'm sold And all their Christian souls, I don't even know, I don't even know Ah, ah, ah, ah I am willing to compromise If I could taste your humble lies I'd fall short again of a happy life In this hell filled with husbands and brides her soul, her soul I don't even know I am willing to compromise If I could taste your humble lies our body is trained for the things I lack The valley of hope is the arch of your back From Letras Mania