My lover's got humour
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She's the giggle at a funeral
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Knows everybody's disapproval
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I should've worshiped her sooner
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If the Heavens ever did speak
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She is the last true mouthpiece
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Every Sunday's getting more bleak
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A fresh poison each week
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'We were born sick,' you heard them say it
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My church offers no absolutes
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She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'
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The only heaven I'll be sent to
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Is when I'm alone with you
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I was born sick, but I love it
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Command me to be well
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Amen. Amen. Amen
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[Chorus x2]
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Take me to church
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I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
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I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
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Offer me that deathless death
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Good God, let me give you my life
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If I'm a pagan of the good times
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My lover's the sunlight
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To keep the Goddess on my side
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She demands a sacrifice
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To drain the whole sea
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Get something shiny
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Something meaty for the main course
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That's a fine looking high horse
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What you got in the stable?
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We've a lot of starving faithful
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That looks tasty
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That looks plenty
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This is hungry work
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[Chorus x2]
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No masters or kings when the ritual begins
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There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
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In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
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Only then I am human
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Only then I am clean
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Amen. Amen. Amen
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[Chorus x2]
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Take Me To Church
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| Hozier |
