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Lyrics:
This will never mend This is not your friend Like serpents wrapped around your neck They squeeze you over and over again
You cost me paradise So now I fear the light When I learned wrong from right You said that I was naked
To feel the grip of death around your neck and say “no”
To feel the grip of death around your neck no more To hear the Lord in the garden and hide no more
Of dust I’ve come to form you Of dust you will return Of fire your adversary will die, wither and burn
Come to Me (oh, weary one) Come to Me Who told you you were naked?
To feel the grip of death around your neck no more (oh, weary one) To hear the Lord in the garden and hide no more Who told you you were naked?
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