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While we wait for an answer |
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On how we should live |
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You feel like a cancer |
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On all that we give |
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All the sermons you're giving |
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From your pulpit so tall |
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Yeah, you're making a living |
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One the blind faith of all |
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And no one believes you |
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And yourself still deceives you |
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Every time you say you're sorry |
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You bleed a little of me out |
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Every time you change your story |
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You've got one less to lie to now |
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While they all kneel repenting |
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To heaven they cry |
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Their god they're resenting |
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As lives go awry |
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You speak of damnation |
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How they're led astray |
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You secure their salvation |
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With money they pay |
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You lead them to follow |
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Orations of sorrow |
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Every time you say you're sorry |
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You bleed a little of me out |
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Every time you change your story |
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You've got one less to lie to now |
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While we wait for an answer |
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On how we should live |
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You feel like a cancer |
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On all that we give |
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You speak of damnation |
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How they're led astray |
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You secure their salvation |
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With money they pay |
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Every time you say you're sorry |
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You bleed a little of me out |
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Every time you change your story |
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You've got one less to lie to now. |
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You lead them to follow |
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You'll repent tomorrow |
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Every lie, it cuts and scars me |
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It bleeds a little of me out |
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Every time you change your story |
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You've got one less to cry to, lie to - now. |
