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Blessed by a church you molded with you hands |
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They send you up that hill |
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While you wait for change |
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A clever distraction |
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You lose your name and all it's worth |
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But something does change |
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We blame the ones we love |
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A clever lie |
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I'll keep running after you |
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But I always seem to stumble over what |
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I've become |
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I'll keep running after you |
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There's something healing in the silence when |
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I'm alone with you |
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His church is the body, but where is the blood |
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He's centering himself inside the castles built with mud |
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He's full of cheap, cheap grace |
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But as for faith |
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He has none |
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I'll keep running after you |
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But I always seem to stumble over what |
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I've become |
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I'll keep running after you |
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There's something healing in the silence when |
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I'm alone with you |
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Mon Dieu it's a celebration |
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Cause I'm coming back to you |
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I'm coming back |
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I'll keep running after you |
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But I always seem to stumble over what |
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I've become |
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I'll keep running after you |
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There's something healing in the silence when |
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I'm alone with you |
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Cause in our faith we come together and make a change for the better |
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I was living alone |
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I cannot tell you why |
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But I found out |
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I love you more |
