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My record collection even if I die
I hate those songs about you
Our books are worthless I can’t read those lines
I am no one without you

Just for the sake of my good
Come grab my skin and hold on real strong

Kiss me, kiss me my lips are on fire
I am the reverend preaching about desire
Kiss me, kiss me tell me I’m a liar
If it’s the devils truth call me his messiah

My record collection burns to the ground
I have no use for the past
I feed the fire with nostalgia and gold
I’m a lover in this life

Just for the sake of my good
Come grab my skin and hold on real strong

Kiss me, kiss me my lips are on fire
I am the reverend preaching about desire
Kiss me, kiss me tell me I’m a liar
If it’s the devils truth call me his messiah

I know you can use me, no planning to rush
I come out here every night
If you wanna come use me, if you wanna come use me
I’ll be the dirt on the ground

Kiss me, kiss me my lips are on fire
I am the reverend preaching about desire
Kiss me, kiss me tell me I’m a liar
If it’s the devils truth call me his messiah

Kiss me, kiss me
Kiss me, kiss me
My record collection even if I die