(Grosskopf/Weikath)
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A priest caught in lust
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Is roaming the red light
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Pays to indulge in his sins
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Body cry
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Each day he awakes
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And prays for forgiveness
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'Our Father', he cries to his God
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'Set me free'
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Once we may ask for forgiveness
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Someday we could see paradise
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His words echo to his disciples
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Yet again he'll give into his vice
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Caught and bound by temptation
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So ashamed of running free
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Sweet embrace, captivation
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Carnal truth against our beliefs
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Deliver us
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Deliver us
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His suit hides the truth
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His business is pushing
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Supplying the kings of the street
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Rich mans' pride
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Higher than high, a kid passing by
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Blows off his head and escapes
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Outta site
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Who finds the road to redemption
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The preacher, the kid or the man
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Who will decide it, I wonder
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Vicious circle entangled and trapped
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Caught and bound by temptation
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So ashamed of running free
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Sweet embrace, captivation
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Carnal truth against our beliefs
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Deliver us
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Deliver us
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DELIVER US FROM TEMPTATION
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Helloween |