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Florence + The Machine Bedroom Hymns Lyrics

Last updated: 08/17/2011 11:00:00 AM

This is as good a place to fall as any
We build our alter here
Make me your Mary
I'm already on my knees
You had Jesus on your breath
And I caught him in mine
Sweating our confessions
The undone and the divine
This is his body
This is his blood

Such selfish prayers
And I can't get enough
Oh, whoa, whoa, yeah
I can't get enough
Spilled Milk Tears
I did this for you
Spilling over the idol

The black and the blue
Sweetest submission
Drinking it in
The wine, the women, the bedroom hymns
'Cause this is his body
This is his love
Such selfish prayers and I can't get enough

Whoa, whoa, yeah
I can't get enough
I'm not looking for absolution
Because I found myself an old solution
I'm not here looking for absolution
Because I found myself an old solution
This is his body
This is his love
Such selfish prayers, I can't get enough

This is his body
Oh, this is his love
Such selfish prayers, I can't get enough
I can't get enough
Whoa, yeah, whoa




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