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We still worship this love, we still worship this love, we still worship this love

I know heaven's a thing, I go there when you touch me, honey, hell is when I fly with you

But we can patch it up good, make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness, got the wine for you

And you can't talk to me when I'm like this, daring you to leave me just so I can try and escape

You're the West Village, you still do it for me, babe, they all warn us about times like this