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When you’re in need Of salvation But Jesus Doesn’t think your worth saving Well you may be cute But that’s no parachute To how you’re falling When you feel You’ve done your bit And it all Still goes to **** Well move your life North from strife Better start moving Dance, oh dance Any chance You get To his violin Or when he sings My Sweet Satan When you’re in need Of salvation And all you hear Is satan He whispers in your ear He speaks so clear Better start listening You can speak The words you listen Take some time out And do some kissing Your friends have gone cold And you’re going bald Better start twisting Dance, oh dance Any chance You get To his violin Or when he sings My Sweet Satan
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Feb 29, 2024
Feb 29, 2024 at 10:59 PM UTC
My Sweet Satan
When you’re in need Of salvation But Jesus Doesn’t think your worth saving Well you may be cute But that’s no parachute To how you’re falling When you feel You’ve done your bit And it all Still goes to **** Well move your life North from strife Better start moving Dance, oh dance Any chance You get To his violin Or when he sings My Sweet Satan When you’re in need Of salvation And all you hear Is satan He whispers in your ear He speaks so clear Better start listening You can speak The words you listen Take some time out And do some kissing Your friends have gone cold And you’re going bald Better start twisting Dance, oh dance Any chance You get To his violin Or when he sings My Sweet Satan
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Feb 29, 2024
Feb 29, 2024 at 10:59 PM UTC
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