Defined by the past

A holy grudge persists

A past in justice tells me all I am today

Could be sick, could be sane

Like a devil efficient with pain

I feel so sick

But you look sane

You little devil you’re giving me hell

No chance for revenge

Believe in God, he’ll give you hell

No chance for revenge

You little devil you’re giving me hell

Watching you die softly with no worth

You’re the real grand slam I can’t pass up

Oh

Could be sick, could be sane

Like a devil efficient with pain

I feel so sick

But you look sane

You little devil you’re giving me hell

No chance for revenge

Believe in God, he’ll give you hell

No chance for revenge

You little devil you’re keeping me sane

Watching you die softly with no worth

You’re the real grand slam I can’t pass up

Oh

Searching for the sympathy you’d never get

You’re the real grand slam I can’t pass up

Oh

You make it happen, you don’t understand

A sacred heart it seeks revenge

And real love

Real love

A real love

A real love

A real love

A real love

A real love

A real love

A real love

A real love

A real love

A real love

A real love

A real love

A real love

A real love

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A real love

A real love

Real love