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You got lovers |
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Hiding at night |
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There's a certain kind of fear in her eyes |
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Cos the preacher say what she doing ain't right |
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He see his bread of life |
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Quickly turning stale |
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All along |
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This gospel trail |
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I got my brother and my best friend |
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Choking on your book of lies |
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I saw you kill the truth with your eyes |
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Made everybody look like a fool |
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I saw the good |
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Lord's words |
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Written on a bomb of nails |
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All along, all along |
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This gospel trail |
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I see blood run like a river |
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Cos of all your mistakes |
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Your song of compassion |
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Turned out to be just a fake |
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So now the innocent on both sides |
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They're gonna scream and wail |
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All along, oh all along, along |
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This gospel trail |
