It's like being in love, you rob your own mind and defile your bed.
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You ignore the fate of the players, who both end up dead.
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And you pretend for us, and you pretend for them.
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This fairy tale will make them jealous of you.
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But it's not the kind, the kind you talked about,
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And it's just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind.
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She is feeding you, and you lie with her,
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And for the first time, your right arm becomes useful.
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As you sin with it, you wanna cut it off.
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But instead, you thank God for all of the wrong you do.
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But it's not the kind, the kind you talked about,
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And it's just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind.
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And she is feeding you, and you lie with her,
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And for the first time, your right arm becomes useful.
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As you sin with it, you wanna cut it off.
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But instead, you thank God for all of the wrong you do.
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(You don't know where you've gone wrong,
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'Cause you can't serve God and money.
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You can serve one or the other.)
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You cut the cord today with God's hand to hold yours steady.
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He waits for you to apply the pressure;
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The warmth of His breath wrapped in His words,
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As He repeats His truth
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After truth after truth after truth after truth
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After truth after truth after truth after!!
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But it's just the kind, the kind you talked about,
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And it's just the kind that clothes your mind with Christ!
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He is feeding you, and you know the truth,
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And I pray this is the last song I will sing to you.
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And it's just the kind, the kind you talked about,
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And it's just the kind that clothes your mind with Christ!
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He is feeding you, and you know the truth,
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And I pray this is the last song I will sing to you!!
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I'm sorry father, I'm sorry sister,
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I'm sorry brother, I'm sorry father. . .
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I'm sorry father, I'm sorry sister,
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I'm sorry brother, I'm sorry everybody!!!
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The Kind
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| Flyleaf |
