everyday was a christian holiday
we held each other and we prayed in our own way
wait up, wait for me
i've had enough of being young and free
everybody has a mild crucifixion
i first saw you as my benediction
i am sorry you became my addiction
my game, my cold affliction
did you see the fire brigade
speed heavy and filled with rage
through the city
to solve my fire
after dinner i was burning with desire
you can never burn out
my love for you
i heard you used to make love on a tuesday
he flipped you over this way and that way
everybody makes love in their own way
it's just a word, haven't you heard
you said the other day
hold my hand and lick the disease
i'm not a catholic but i know what i needs
the edge of heaven is the edge of hell
that's what it felt like at the bottom of the wishing well
did you see the fire brigade
speed heavy and filled with rage
through the city
to solve my fire
after dinner i was burning with desire
did you see the fire brigade
nineteen, a girl of my age
lipstick red, oh
and on the run
i take a look at what i've become
they can never burn out
my love for you
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