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These forty days... Shut up and walk away Jesus are you there You can ride shotgun And choose the station Keep me safe, keep me safe long enough These forty days, this is my desert Shut up and walk away My heals all ablaze Just like my tongue Use my casket for shade Use your blood to quench my thirst These forty days, this is my desert Shut up and walk away Take that cross you bear, and give it to me Take that crown of thorns and rip it apart No, no, no, no These forty days, this is my desert From Letras Mania