Pain
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Lyrics
I followed the temptress to the garden Outside the weather began to darken The night was calling out to the grass I'm not sure if she will bring up my past And that gives me a great deal of stress In this garden I will become depressed I do not wish to fall on the serpent's sword I will pray to thee, my Lord For I am a conflicted man Away from my purpose, I ran ♪ I do not wish to be depressed For these days I've been mighty stressed On a wave of confusion In my head pollution Her beauty is alluring I find that reassuring Lord, I am a conflicted man Away from my purpose, I ran
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Song Details
- Duration
- 01:29
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 170 BPM