i could hear the church bells ringing
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they pealed aloud your praise
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the member's faces were smiling
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with their hands outstretched to shake
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it's true they did not move me
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my heart was hard and tired
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their perfect fire annoyed me
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i could not find you anywhere
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could someone please tell me the story
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of sinners ransomed from the fall
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i still have never seen you, and somedays
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i don't love you at all
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the devoted were SELLING bracelets
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to remind them why they came
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some concrete motivation
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when the abstract could not do the same
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but if all that's left is duty, i'm falling on my sword
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at least then, i would not serve an unseen distant lord
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could someone please tell me the story
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of sinners ransomed from the fall
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i still have never seen you, and somedays
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i don't love you at all
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if this only a test
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i hope that i'm passing, cuz i'm losing steam
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but i still want to trust you
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peace be still (x3)
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Secret Of The Easy Yoke
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| Pedro The Lion |
