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I'll take you back in time when we both learned all the rules |
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The teachers were so blind for the need to tell the truth |
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Guilty conscience developed slowly |
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Words of Wisdom, basking glory |
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Kept in demand by the threatening holy hearing |
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And you'll never go to heaven |
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It's a crying shame that the heart breaks |
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And you've only your self to blame |
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And you'll never go to heaven |
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You'll never do it again |
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Left in the wilds by the long lost search for truth |
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A written compromise was the best that they could do |
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Followed a faith mother taught me |
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Quelled Saturday thought of Sunday |
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And out of it all came a little boy a'screaming |
