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A lifelong list of Sundays, wrapped up with a bow |
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Justifies the greatest answers, that you may never know |
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The fallen is the viper, reap now what you sow |
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Screaming from the mountain tops, let his people go |
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He's down, in hot damnation, |
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So down like you'll never know |
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Going down to sweet temptation |
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Let his people go |
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In the eternal brood of liar |
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In the catastrophic fold |
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Count yourself amongst them |
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The goal is your soul |
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On the other side of sanity |
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Where the goodness dare not go |
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Count yourself amongst them |
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The goal is your soul |
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A lifelong list of blessings, didn't go too far |
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And all the instinct you were given, wishing on that star |
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The fallen have your hope and love, the viper never trust |
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Know they are exchangeable, as you clean away the dust |
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He's down, in hot damnation, |
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So down you'll never know |
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Going down to sweet temptation |
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Let his people go |
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All forgiveness flying, screams to fill the air |
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A lifelong full of blessings rendered, didn't work out fair |
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All forgiveness lying, screams to fill the hole |
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A lifelong full -- of blessings given |
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And the goal is still your soul |