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[Repeat: x2]Is that you, my LordHands on my knee, my LordFingers running up my sleeve, my LordAsking me to leave with youMy LordI freaked at the festival, I'm almost sick againOur memories are sighed awayAll the TV's are stonedIt's no construct for prayerIs that you, my LordHands on my knee, my LordFingers running up my sleeve, my LordAsking me to leave with youMy LordI freaked at the festival, I'm almost sick againOur memories are found againAll the telephones are stonedIt's no construct for prayerBitch you know it's got to bounceDon't lie to me, CharlizeI hardly know youLetras de cancionesI know enough to stay awayNo row a boat for youDon't lie to me, CharlizeI hardly know youI know enough, enough to stay awayNo row a boat for youDon't lie to me, CharlizeI hardly know you From Letras Mania