Seven
By: Dronen
Duration
4:15
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Lyrics
It’s been three weeks since my last confession (You’ll wish you’d listened to me) I’ve been making friends in higher places (Preparation is key) I’m planning this trip to cure my illness (So open heaven to me) I’ve opened up to the number seven Seven I’m sorry doesn’t fix a thing We’re calling in the soul machine In heaven I will gain your favor I’d be everything that you need No other could begin to claim you They’d all remind you of me And I hope And I pray that you will miss me more every day Yeah I hope that you regret this forever I’m sorry doesn’t fix a thing We’re calling in the soul machine I’m sorry, but how did you not notice my endeavors? I’m sorry doesn’t fix a thing Well I guess I had it all wrong then I should have known I’m sorry doesn’t fix a thing I’m sorry, live it up for me I’m sorry doesn’t fix a thing Well I guess I had it all wrong then I should have known
