Driving on the bypass to Damascus
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I saw a preacher trying to hitch a ride
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With a pair of broken wings
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And a suitcase full of sins
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He gathered up his dreams and jumped inside
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Pulling Malatesta from his suitcase
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He lifted up his voice and began to sing
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'My songs of desperation lead to action...
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And this is where the serious fun begins.'
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We don't go to God's house anymore
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Saw the light and walked right out the door
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We don't go to God's house
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It's more fun in the dog house
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We don't go to God's house anymore
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Well driving on, I tasted sweet salvation
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As we sung away the pulpit and the past
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The preacherman and me
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We sang such harmonies
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The highway of my life went by so fast
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The preacher, he got off at the crossroads
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He said, 'This is where I end, and you begin'
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He left behind the wings and the Malatesta
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And the memory of the songs we both did sing
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We don't go to God's house anymore
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Saw the light and walked right out the door
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We don't go to God's house
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It's more fun in the doghouse
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We don't go to God's house anymore
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We Don't Go To God's House Anymore
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| Chumbawamba |
