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Road trip back to EgyptI am sick and sick and sick of the Promised LandBut all your monuments and money cann't touch the milk and honeyof my Canaanite lover and her steady handOh she has a steady hand.Well, I wrote a hymn in jet black ink that I stole from youYou wrote a summer's worth of epistles, they were diseased with truthI wrote a hymn in April, and I will write my own eulogy soonYeah, I've died 24 times a day since you foretold what I would do.You foretold what I would do.Go ahead and cross that river alone butThere is something I have to tell youYeah, it's something you already know:The bridge freezes before the roadAnd even fire seems cold when it's, when it's written in stone.Isn't it written in stone?No one reads what you write in stone.I wrote a hymn in jet black ink that I stole from youYou wrote a summer's worth of epistles, they were diseased with truthI wrote a hymn in April, and I will write my own eulogy soonYeah, I've died 24 times a day since you foretold what I would do.Letras de cancionesYou foretold, and you foretold, you foretold what I would doYou foretold, and you foretold, you foretoldIt's so heavy. It's so heavy. Won't you kiss me, please kiss me before I am out of breath.It's so heavy. It's so heavy. Won't you kiss me, please kiss me until there is only lightness left.Why so heavy? Why so heavy? Won't you turn off the light, yeah we're gonna wallow in the mess.It is so heavy. Why so heavy? Won't you kiss me? We'll pretend we know what is best.Don't we know what's best? Don't we know what's..,We'll pretend (3x) From Letras Mania