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I was raised in church |
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Dad wouldn't have it any other way |
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And it helped more then it hurt, but women and whiskey both led me astray |
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And I got my share of Demons |
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I can not seem to shake them off my back |
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And I've had my share of Demons point their fingers and tell me what I lack |
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And I'd rather be, a slave again then free, I suppose |
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I'm the King of all sinners. |
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I've tried to be a saint, Heaven knows |
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I've sang "There's Power in the Blood of the Lamb" |
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And I've held the Devil's hand |
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I've been blessed by fire |
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A simple kiss drove my innocence away |
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If my addictions were my choir, the singing helped me make it thru the day |
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And when they would not sing, a (------ would) push me to the ground |
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With all my suffering, I'm the Patron Saint of Never Being Down |
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And I'd rather be, a slave again then free, I suppose |
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Well I'm the King of all sinners |
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I've tried to be a saint, Heaven knows |
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I've sang "There's Power in the Blood of the Lamb" and I've held the Devil's hand |
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I'd rather be, a slave again then free, I suppose |
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I'm the king of all sinner, I've tried to be a saint, Heaven knows |
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I've sang "There's Power in the Blood of the Lamb" |
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And I've held the Devil's hand |
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There is power, power, wonder working power in the blood of the Lamb |
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There is power, power, wonder working power in the precious blood of the Lamb |
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There is power, power, wonder working power, in the blood of the lamb |
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There is power, power, wonder working power in the precious blood of the lamb |
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And I'd rather be, a slave again then free I suppose |
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Well I'm the King of all sinners |
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I've tried to be a saint, Heaven knows |
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I've sang "There's Power in the Blood of the Lamb" |
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And I've held the Devil's hand |
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I've sang "There's Power in the Blood of the lamb" and I've held the devil's hand |
