It's unfortunate that when we feel a storm (possible weather time lapse shot)
We can roll ourselves over 'cause we're uncomfortable
Oh well, the devil makes us sin (taking drugs)
But we like it when we're spinning in his grip (having a trip)
Love is like a sin,
my love,
For the ones that feel it the most (worstly effected from the drugs)
Look at her with her eyes like a flame
She will love you like a fly will never love you again
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