Из альбома: You May Already Be Dreaming

And my heartbeat waits
for the words to say
Who do I love most:
the Son or the Ghost?

Whom do I respect?
One of them is dead.

No one loves me
like I love thee.

Twenty bucks an hour
buys me a shower.
Scrubbing off the filth,
then I take my pills.
Going to drink it off,
Brother, fill my cup.

No one loves me
like I love thee.

And my heart is without you now.

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