One, two, three, four You spun your web back a Sunday or two I ain't never met nobody like the likes of you You got me preachin' the news You turned
There's a killer, there's a killer There's a killer coming down It sounds just like a whisper From the corner of her pretty miles You can't run like this
Faithless on the skids hung out to dry oh seen better days With the sunlight fading like a tabloid and I I have found All those double-barreled freedom
You spun your web back a Sunday or two I ain't never met nobody like the likes of you You got me preachin' the news You turned down my road and decided
And can you count the walks And all the different talks To say the same thing Over again Then you'll realize I'm already gone Won't you come Enjoy the
Break you down Home is sound Let it all be so clear And you'll know Hope is sown In you crumbles Do you listen for your own beautiful Will you listen
You spun your web back a Sunday or two I ain't never met nobody Like the likes of you You got me preachin' the news You turned down my road and decided
Homespun love, yeah You spun your spell back a Sunday or two I ain't never met nobody like the likes of you Oh, you got me preaching the news You turned
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: You spun your web back a Sunday or two I ain't never met nobody Like the likes of you You got me preachin' the news You turned down my road and decided
