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I'm coming Lord, I'm on my way |
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Worshiping at the altar of know why |
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Can't remember which God is my wine |
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Can't repent if I'm wrong impartial |
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Empty rituals, trinkets and fossils |
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And now lord, I'm on my way |
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Peace ain't coming our way |
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But the sun keeps burning my face |
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Where's my faith |
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My blasphemy |
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Keep swimming, lord, I'm on my way |
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Floor boards and the ceilings are creaking |
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And the roof is old and leaking |
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But looking up high to the heavens |
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How can we declare our independence |
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And evolution and penance |
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Sin ain't coming our way |
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But the sun keeps burning my face |
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When's my faith renewing today |
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Our belief in something I'm sayin' |
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Where's my faith |
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My monastery |
