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God bless the preaciers and bishops who say that heaven heals but what rites would give you salvation if they 've assigned your way who'd think, who'd find, who'd change |
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I leave belief to believers |
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Those who indulge in words |
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Let my dreams unfurl leave my pure desire |
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I have no god to rely on 'cause |
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I am all I need compared to a life in submission |
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I do prefer my sins |
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I seek, may find, may change |
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I feel no guilt |
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No confession will ever reach my lips |
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Let my dreams unfurl leave my pure desire |
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I'll temper justice for mercy 'cause they are blind to see that god's the power within me the power to prevail belief, betrayal, be true belief, betrayal, be true |
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I'm no one's god- damn prodigal son |
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Let my dreams unfurl leave my pure desire this is my decision |