I'm praying at my bedroom shrine Saying the words to make you mine All the candles and the flowers To brighten up my lonely hours Wishing you were in my arms Instead of only in my head Praying at my bedroom shrine Looking at a photograph And crying to myself I'm lying to myself That you and me Could ever be Intimately together. I'm praying at my bedroom shrine On my knees waiting for a sign All the incense and the charms Are going to bring you into my arms I'm closing my eyes For a soul that cries Praying at my bedroom shrine Looking at your photograph And crying to myself That you and me Could ever be Intimately together I gave my soul I gave my blood At the alter to
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