Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
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The kind you'd find on someone I could save
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If they don't put me away
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Well, it'll be a miracle
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Do you believe you're missin' out
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That everything good is happening somewhere else?
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But with nobody in your bed
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The night's hard to get through
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And I will die all alone
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And when I arrive I won't know anyone
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Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again
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So what did you do those three days you were dead?
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'cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.
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Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die,
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I'm a little bit scared of what comes after
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Do I get the gold chariot?
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Do I float through the ceiling?
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Do I divide and fall apart?
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'cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
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And the ship went down in sight of land
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And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands
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I know you're coming in the night like a thief
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But I've had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique
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I know you think that I'm someone you can trust
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But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up
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So do you think that we could work out a sign
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So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try
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I know you're coming for the people like me
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But we all got wood and nails
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And we turn out hate in factories
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We all got wood and nails
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And we turn out hate in factories
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We all got wood and nails
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And we sleep inside of this machine
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Jesus / Jesus Christ
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Brand New |