Lion's Den lyrics
Night descended like a blanket, on the house
Where I miss you like a limb. I close the curtains, shun the working and I put your record on. I, the lonely tax collector, never had Such a feeling before you came. You descended, I amended And I need it like a hole in the head. You took me to the lion's den And waited for the beast to begin.
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