There’s something about The Way you burn a Sunday drink instead of praying hymn the baseline, tuck your tongue it’s still communion if you don’t drink alone take this sip your body becomes my body just on Sunday business days don’t count for sacrament so we switch our unions of Eucharist for something more malt soaked quick swallow turn the tables over to maple tops this abandoned temple calls final, one more round baby, take me to the bridge confess again
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