words and music by james b lincoln III, lead and both backing vocals by james b lincoln III, both guitars and mandolin by james b lincoln III. Lack of upkeeps a pagan vice, old folks said "you'd better keep things nice", when she left, she didn't look back twice. Chorus: and im brought low and torn, bought low and worn, to weak to wear my saviors crown of thorns. If i worked and prayed like abbe de ran'ce, and didn't bend my knees to games of chance, there'd be no blood at the end of my lance, from His side, Wish i was like my paramour,  goes to sleep she starts to snore, has sweet dreams of campfire smores , never tries to settle old scores, i'll quit hot while there's a need, to hemmorage words that are hard to breed, i'm gonna need it after all, touch sidewalk cracks until i crawl.

Hechizo

Ana Gabriel

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