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You dirty hippie girl,your soft lips make me swirlI despise all of your liesI'm not the prodigal son, I'm not the chosen oneI'm just a man with good intention...Your horses terrify me, I can't work out whyThe things you say, are not O.K.I'm not the prodigal son, I'm not the chosen oneWhy can't you decide, when you chastise meI'm coming down, coming down, you baptise meI don't want to drown yeah your drug tongueSpoken loud. I'm coming down I'm coming downYou baptise me I don't want to drown yeah yourDrug tongue spoken loudYour dying flowers stink, they smell like rottenInk, from a poison pen so I wrote on your headJust how deep you'll go, from which you came and don't you knowWhoa innocence, your winter's so harsh in your heartI'm coming down, coming down, you baptise meI don't want to drown yeah your drug tongueSpoken loud. I'm coming down I'm coming downYou baptise me I don't want to drown yeah yourDrug tongue spoken loudLetras de cancionesPushin me harderPushin me harderPushin me harderI'm coming down I don't want to drownYour drug tongue's spoken loud From Letras Mania