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This is as good a place to fall as any
We'll build our altar here
Make me your maria
I'm already on my knees.
You had jesus on your breath
And I caught him in mine
Sweating our confessions
The undone and the divine.
'cause this is his body
This is his love
Such selfish prayers
And I can't get enough.
Oh, woah, woah, oh...
Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah...
Spilled milk tears,
I did this for you
Spilling over the idol
The black and the blue.
The sweetest submission
Drinking it in
The wine, the women, the bedroom hymns.
'cause this is his body
This is his love
Such selfish prayers and I can't get enough.
Oh, woah, woah, oh...
Whoa, whoa, yeah...
I can't get enough.
I'm not here looking for absolution
Because I found myself an old solution
I'm not here looking for absolution
Because I found myself an old solution.
This is his body
This is his love
Such selfish prayers, I can't get enough.
This is his body
This is his love
Such selfish prayers, I can't get enough
Whoa, whoa, yeah...
I can't get enough
Whoa, whoa, yeah...
I can't get enough
Whoa, whoa, yeah...
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