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Who will save your soul When it comes to the flower now Who will save your soul After all the lies that you told Who will save your soul If you won't save your own? Save your own So we pray to as many different gods are there are flowers We call religion our friend We're so worried about saving our souls Afraid that god will take his toll that we forget to begin Who will save your soul When it comes to the flower now Who will save your soul After all the lies that you told From Letras Mania