Say, I don’t mind you under my skin. I let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. When we were made, we were set apart. Life is a test and I get bad marks. Now some saint’s got the job of writing down my sins. The storm is coming, the storm is coming in.

Say, I don’t mind you under my skin. I let the bad parts in, the bad parts in. When we were made, we were set apart. Life is a test and I get bad marks. Now some saint’s got the job of writing down my sins. The storm is coming, the storm is coming in.

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