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The deacon in black, he's bound by an oath

he can't make two shakes

at the glossy lips of temptation

he can't walk two steps

But you can't stop healthy eyes from seeing

                         she's turning around

                         she's walking away

                           (gone)

he's cursing and he's blessing

the strength of God

but that's okay, it was only just one day

the battle hasn't been won (lost)

she'll smile at him tomorrow

                 curtain drop



i can't help but to eye subtle

the capillaries expanding, rosying your cheeks

i can't speak two words

my God forbids it and she's

watching me from the wall

but you can't stop electricity down stomach powerlines

look down, look away

i'm not worried, it's not over

there'll be another day