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He made them believers |
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With mighty promises |
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And headed for a no return crusade |
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Towards the sun he went |
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Bare feet and preaching hands |
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He took faith from the sinners |
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Also took sins from the saints |
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But he couldn't let' em down |
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Cause he made them all believers |
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Following him a crowd |
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Praying for their supreme leader |
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He crossed deserts and wasted plains |
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Faced sickness and pain |
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His scary eyes draw a picture of the insane |
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War and hate, beloved fate |
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No mercy for this race |
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How could he be the healer |
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When his people were the shame |
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But he couldn't let 'em down |
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Cause he made them hard believers |
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Following him a crowd |
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Waiting for the final healing |
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The promises have failed |
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Last hope has fade away |
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His healing words became a lie |
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And they will make him pay |
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For the sins, for all they've made |
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A fallen angel will be crucified |
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But he couldn't let' em down |
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'cause he made them blind believers |
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Following him a crowd claiming for the |
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Promised healing |
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[Chorus] |
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The healer came |
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The healer failed |
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But he's the only one to blame |
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On a stream of shame |
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He washed his hands |
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And left them for the judgment day |