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Convinced that all's divine
Quarter past the crime
spit me like a stranger
She's known to cross the line
Leave me undefined
It looks good on paper
she wont give me time
To find my peace of mind
she wont give me time
To find my peace of mind
She claims to taste divine
Cinammon and grime
Moaning like a savior
Where do you draw the line
Of your own decline
While praying for her favor?
she wont give me time
To find my peace of mind
all I need is time
To find my peace of mind
Object of my...
Object of my...
Object of my affliction
