Born again like a coma
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I¡¯m a head that spins in a congregation of sin
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Know you can¡¯t but you wanna
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Raise your hands for all this lost religion
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You suffer endlessly while the preacher preaches
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Digging his fingers in me
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His message molesting me
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All along so strong so wrong
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But I kind of like it
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Bow our heads, forgive me in this moment of silence
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If I die before I wake this faith means nothing really at all.
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Such a Saturday night lover
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And in the early morning
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There¡¯s a Sunday¡¯s forgiveness
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Repentance over and over to a safe secure place
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Your heavenly disgrace now
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Wink your eye to your altar boy¡¯s thighs
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Is that your choice of toys
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Hey father, hail Mary said 1, 2, 3
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Bow our heads, forgive me in this moment of silence
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If I die before I wake this faith means nothing really at all.
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Do we all stand in the right hand of your heavenly father
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While the left one creates me to poison everyone
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Say it ain't so, but it is
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Do we stand up, sit down, kneel for the one true creator
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While the preacher has his hand with a boy saying you¡¯ve been saved
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I don¡¯t know, but you¡¯d think so
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All Hail Halo
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This god, this throne
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It¡¯s all you¡¯ve known, that¡¯s all you know
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All Hail Halo
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