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L.a. Guns - Don¸t Pray L.a. Guns - Don¸t Pray |
| Don't pray to me
I'm not your god
Or cry for me
I'm not your dog
Don't worship me
I'm not your god
Don't pray to me
Don't
Now I see things clearly
I myself alone am left to blame
As I draw you near me
Like a moth pulled to a flame
Now I am like a man who has lost his way
Nothing is real to me
Don't lean on me
I'm not your cane
Don't wish me away
I'm not your pain
Don't bury me
I'm not dead yet
Don't pray to me
Don't
Now I'm feeling things
I've never really felt before
Something's feeding me
Through a bleeding wound like an open door
Now I am like a man who has lost his way
Nothing is real to me
Don't pray
Don't pray
Don't pray
Don't pray
Now I see things clearly
You alone are left to blame
As ya pull me near you
Like a moth drawn to a flame
Now I feel like a man who has lost his way
Nothing is real to me
Now I feel like a man who has lost his way
Nothing is real to me, to me, to me, me, me, me, me, me
Don't |
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