Sacrilege

 

You’re sitting in the throes of the summer rain
Blackout drunk and you’re suffering again
Wretched despair and a grief-stricken pain
You’re sitting alone again

You said it wouldn’t hurt

Everything is sacrilege
You’re looking for an easy fuck
It’s sacrilege
You know what I mean?

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