I was damned and you were saved,
and I never knew how enslaved
I was kneeling in the chains of my master.
Our love is an ancient Secret, Our love is a gentle breeze. Something better left unspoken, like the song of the leaves of the dying trees.
The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling way down in the valley tonight.
> This one's easy for me: "You gotta serve your country,
> gotta service your girl."
>
> Michael Dube
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