Serve God, Lord, the Unmanned, this is not the end.
Live on bruised, we are friends, and I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Sigh no more, no more, one furtancy, one on show, my heart was never pure.
You know me, you know me.
Oh mind is a giddy thing, oh mind is a giddy thing.
Love will not betray you, dismay or enslave you, and will set you free, be more like the man you were made to be.
There is a design and alignment to cry of my heart to see the beauty of love that seems made to me.
Love will not betray you, dismay or enslave you, and will set you free, be more like the man you were made to be.
There is a design and alignment to cry of my heart to see the beauty of love that seems made to me.
Love will not betray you, dismay or enslave you, and will set you free, be more like the man you were made to be.
There is a design and alignment to cry of my heart to see the beauty of love that seems made to me.
There is a design and alignment to cry of my heart to see the beauty of love that seems made to me.
