SUBSCRIBE ▶︎ Facebook ▶︎ Twitter ▶︎ Take Me to Church by Hozier Lyrics My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner If the heavens ever did speak She's the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week “We were born sick,“ you heard them say it My church offers no
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