Mahal

I see your daughter on the phone,
the lips are moving like a thought I sleep on.
It's ten procent to get me through,
good things are hard to come by,
to come by,
I come back.

I see your daughter on the phone,
the lips are moving like a thought I sleep on.
It's ten procent to get me through,
good things are hard to come by,
to come by,
I come back.

I don't breath at all,
it's not like me.
I can't walk the floor,
seen the Devil.
I can't see the door,
smells like Heaven.
I don't breath at all.

I see your daughter on the phone,
the lips are moving like a thought I sleep on.
It's ten procent to get me through,
good things are hard to come by,
to come by,
I come back.

I see your daughter on the phone,
the lips are moving like a thought I sleep on.
It's ten procent to get me through,
good things are hard to come by,
to come by,
I come back.

I don't breath at all, (I come back)
it's not like me.
I can't walk the floor, (I come back)
seen the Devil.
I can't see the door, (I come back)
smells like Heaven.
I don't breath at all. (I come back)



Credits
Writer(s): Regan James Mathews, Nicholas James Murphy
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