Monday, October 10, 2011

Wash

Oh please let it rain today.
This city is so filthy, like my mind in ways.
Oh, there was a time, like a clean, new taste.
Smiling eyes before me, inches from my face.

Sin to sell, buying just a need.
Just who planted all the devils seeds?
And what the truth, the truth that lies at home.
It's on the inside, and I can't get it off.

What's clean is pure, but hey,
I'm white on the outside, though I stray.
What she don't know today
Might kill us both tomorrow, bring it back someway.

Bring it back, bring it back.
Back to the clean form, to the pure form.

Wash my love.
Wash my love.
Wash my love.
Wash my love.
Wash my love.
Wash my love.
Wash my love.
Wash my love.

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