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I've been told I'm evil |
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Born into this world of sin |
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From the day I left my mother's womb |
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And I've been told that I've fallen |
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That my nature is untrue, they said |
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You need our God's forgiveness son or |
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You'll burn in hell with everyone, oh |
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[Chorus] |
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I kindly asked them why |
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I may have caught them by surprise but |
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I know they'll think of something |
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I know they'll think of something |
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They always think of something |
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They always think of something |
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You can feel it in your soul |
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What no one ever knows, 'cause |
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We'll always think of something |
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We'll always think of something |
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We'll always think of something |
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You'll always think of something |
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Singin' out, oh |
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I will sit and wonder at the feet of mountains high |
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I will breathe the air that fills the sky |
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But they got all of the answers to the questions I don't ask |
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Blind faith is blind, it's all the same |
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It can justify the cruelest claims, oh |
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[Chorus] |
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Well I kindly asked them why |
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I must have caught them by surprise but |
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I know they'll think of something |
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I know they'll think of something |
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They always think of something |
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I know they'll think of something |
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You can feel it in your soul |
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What no one ever knows, well |
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We'll always think of something |
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We'll always think of something |
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You'll always think of something |
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Always think of something |
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What can you know, oh |
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[Sax and trumpet duet] |
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Lost in adoration we can be a monster, |
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cruel and stubborn creatures |
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Divided by the light somebody |
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else was drawing, we never thought to question |
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Never thought, oh |
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The heroes and the saints, the tyrants and the terrorists |
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Depends on who you're asking |
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I wonder who you're asking |
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Depends on who you're asking |
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I wonder who you're asking |
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You can feel it in your soul |
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What no one ever knows, well, |
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You know we'll think of something |
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We always think of something |
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you know we'll think of something |
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We always think of something |
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What can we know, oh |
