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Conscience

 

Put another one under my lip

Finished my bottle of wine

An hour went by and I was still sitting on that wooden chair


A stranger walked by and asked, Are you alright?

Never been better, why don't you come and sit down


That invitation led to a deep conversation

That stranger knew me like my future wife


Who are you talking to?

Said a voice from behind

I was alone with my chair and bottle of red wine


Are you talking to angels my love

I said no no baby go, you've ruined my favourite waste of time


So full with shame

I crushed that glass

With blood on my hands I walked the stairs of love


So sorry love

I had to talk

That stranger came around again

He answers good,

He makes me talk

You know I'd never do


I know he is not real

Not made of flesh and bones

You call him devil, I say conscience


So let me go down, down inside

Let me be with my devil, my devine


Come on, come on, lay your hands around

This is someone you got to share me with


So sorry love

I had to talk

That stranger came around again

He answers good,

He makes me talk

You know I'd never do

 

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