The Lost

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Addiction calls and alcohol is how I feed it
The bottle is full but the Lord is saying I don’t need it
Highway to Hell, these rhymes are what I speed with
Opinions in my ear but none of the ones I agree with
Glass after glass, I’m full of the spirit
What I wouldn’t do for the Holy Spirit
None of these girls are the perfect fit
They always find a reason to quit
Tortured soul with a cross on my arm
Surrounded by demons and they all mean harm
They all see through my facade
They all know I need God

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