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Don't bow down, before an empty tomb; where a pretty face it makes me stumble |
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And another chance is a hidden fall; a hidden fall... |
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You made that thing with your hands but you kneel down in front of it and pledge your allegiance and all you |
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Own to plastic idols, and a rubber soul... |
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God is in |
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His holy temple, so let us all be silent |
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I worship and adore |
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You, my God; casting down my treasures to the ground |
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Making dust of anything that i could set up in |
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Your place |
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Be thou exalted, be thou exalted |
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God is in |
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His holy temple, so let us all be silent . |
