This was an accident, not the kind were sorrow sounds, 
Never even noticed were suddenly [bad word]  
Tell me how you've never, felt delicate or innocent,
Do u still have doubts that us having faith makes any sense. 

Tell me nothing [bad word] rationale or breaking down. 
Still somebody loses cause theirs no way to turn around, 
Staring at your photograph everything now in the past 
Never felt so lonely I wish that you could show me love. 
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Show me Love, till you open the door. 
Show me Love, till I'm up off the floor. 
Show me Love, till it's inside my pores. 
Show me Love, till I'm screaming for more. 

Random acts of [bad word] place occurrences, 
Chances of surprises, another state of consciousness' 
Yell me nothing [bad word] rationale or breaking down 
Still somebody loses cause theirs no way to turn around, 
Tell me how you've never felt delicate or innocent, 

Do you still have doubts that us having faith makes any sense, 
You play games I play tricks, girls and girls but you're the one, 
Like a game of pick up sticks played by [bad word] lunatics. 
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