You tell me that you're praying for me
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You tell me I'm blind that I can't see
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You tell me I'm bound and I need to be set free
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But it's hard to believe 'cos you're just like me
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You tell me I have a drug-alcohol addiction
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Yet you offer no way out, no solution
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You tell me if I don't change my ways I'll be condemned to hell
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Well, maybe you're right, but oh well
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It's so easy to show me what I'm doing wrong
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It's so easy to point out all my sins
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But what about you, aren't you supposed to show me love?
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Isn't that how you Christians are supposed to live?
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You tell me I need to follow Jesus and change my ways
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But why would I want to be like you, you always seem so ashamed
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You tell me I need to get saved from this fiery pit
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But who wants to serve the God of a hypocrite?
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Until you start to practice what you preach don't ever expect me to change the way I live
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From Me To You
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| Calibretto 13 |
