And you stare at me in your Jesus Christ pose
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Arms held out like you've been carrying a load
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And you swear to me you don't want to be my slave
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But you're staring at me like I need to be saved
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In your Jesus Christ pose
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Arms held out
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In your Jesus Christ pose
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Thorns and shroud like it's the coming of the Lord
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And I swear to you that I would never feed you pain
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But you're staring at me like I'm driving the nails
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In your Jesus Christ pose
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And you stare at me
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In your Jesus Christ pose
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Arms held out like it's the coming of the Lord
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And would it pay you more to walk on water
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Than to wear a crown of thorns
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It wouldn't pain me more to bury you rich
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Than to bury you poor
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In your Jesus Christ pose
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Jesus Christ Pose
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