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Contra - Savior At Night
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She tried to imitate the sun
But ended up in a ghost town
With figurines of the father
And some broke ass poet talking bout
Putting that gun down
Her lips kissed the feet of a savior at night
She met a middleman in mischief
With his mistress in tow
What he borrows, she steals
She learned turning tricks on the telephone
His lips kissed the feet of a savior at night
Molotov cocktails and the devil’s delight
She’s talking backward behind his back
When the clock strikes seven she starts stabbing
We sold ourselves to the company brands
And prescribed ourselves to the medicine man
I do too so you know I'm dammed
Standing in line at the lemonade stand
He had a rare collection of memories
That he’d rarely take off the shelve
Some were fond but most were painful
Some were a gift to himself
Her lips kissed the feet of a savior at night
Molotov cocktails and the devil’s delight
She’s talking backward behind his back
When the clock strikes seven she starts stabbing
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