Trespassers W

Been doing a lot of damned things without you
 And all the damned things I do confound you
 Yeah, Satan and his devils try to take my hand
 And the angels on my shoulder try to tell me that they understand
 Oh well, oh well
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 Been chewing the skin in my mouth without you
 Been insecure and cruel without you
 Yeah, Satan and his devils try to take my hand
 And the angels on my shoulder try to tell me that they understand
 Oh well, oh well
 I don't wanna call your name without a good reason, Lord
 I don't call your name without a good reason, Lord
 Lord, Lord
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 I've been chewing the skin in my mouth without you
 Thinking all the blood in my mouth means something
 And if I'm ready for spitting it out
 I need to know what it's all about, oh nothing?