oh memory divine I wander when death to death Is done I wander I need to lick a late, late, late passion at every station of the cross, the cross never is nothing here child, I wander we need to sleep to die I wander your heart is in a race never, never lose a will we love dying men... oh Lord let me know the wonder oh Lord let me know it's a cold, cold, cold christmas at every station of the cross, the cross you mean my night is wrong I wander how do you feel babe ? I wonder I'm a full, full, full, reach of desire is there nothing left Lord nothing left but bones but bones... oh memory divine I wander oh memory divine...
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