Priest
Story bout a baker feeding arms
For the poor
Carried by the curse he was treating
And you were on the forefront bearing arms
For my teeth
Baby would you die for my country?
And all I want to do is be free of you
I know a priest
Maybe If I go you'll be summoned
Started tearing up when I saw your name
In the post
Body's growing old where'd the day go?
For the poor
Carried by the curse he was treating
And you were on the forefront bearing arms
For my teeth
Baby would you die for my country?
And all I want to do is be free of you
I know a priest
Maybe If I go you'll be summoned
Started tearing up when I saw your name
In the post
Body's growing old where'd the day go?
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Writer(s): Logan Bowden
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