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You kneel by the graveside |
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With songs for lost souls |
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I heard you were digging |
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A deep, black hole |
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While in contemplation |
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Inside, you shivered and groaned |
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Your knees turned to water |
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Your face was the colour of bones |
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Jesus Loves Jesus Saves |
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But where is your Sweet Jesus today? |
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Jesus Loves Jesus Saves |
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But where is your Sweet Jesus today? |
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Stretched out on your altar |
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As cold as church stone |
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The crimson robe of your passion |
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Worn out and looking old |
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Forgotten cups of tea and orange skins |
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Eaten-words and screwed up days |
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You hide in your bed |
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Waiting to be saved |
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Jesus Loves Jesus Saves |
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But where is your Sweet Jesus today? |
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Jesus Loves Jesus Saves |
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But where is your Sweet Jesus today? |
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On this long road, on this long road |
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Amazed that Grace didn't touch you |
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Burn your heart, inflame your soul |
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No blue light, no angels |
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No key to that magic door |
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Ah, you were such a crazy cunt |
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You overdosed on your desire |
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Have you come to haunt me |
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And tell me I'm a liar |
