Love Quote #7060900
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Oh, baby girl, you know we're gonna be legends I'm the

Oh, baby girl, you know we're gonna be legends
I'm the king and you're the queen and we will stumble through heaven
If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
I know you wanna go to heaven but you're human tonight

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tweedle dee*

posted January 15, 2016 at 11:21am UTC tagged with love, lyrics, story, human, quote

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Oh, baby girl, you know we're gonna be legends I'm the king and you're the queen and we will stumble through heaven If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes I know you wanna go to heaven but you're human tonight
I sold my soul to a three-piece And he told me I was holy He’s got me down on both knees But it’s the devil that's trying to Hold me down, hold me down Sneaking out the back door, make no sound Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for Hold me down, hold me down Throw me in the deep end, watch me drown Knock me out, knock me out Saying that I want more, this is what I live for

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