| We’ll cut you down to size
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| There is a woman burning at the center square
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| Raven black eyes and long let out hair
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| Screaming, while cloaked vultures holier-than-thou
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| Circle and glare at sweat drops on pale skin like satin
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| And as the raging flames work her into cinder
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| Said in their defence:
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| Stupidity and ignorance, prejudice and intolerance
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| All sound so much wiser when dressed up in Latin
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| Life will never be the same
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| I have a bigger world since I found God
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| Truth will never be the same
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| I’m in a righter mind since I found God
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| I found…
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| Mrs Modern Mother Mary, all pale and weary
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| From raising her overweight kids in the outskirts of Suburbia
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| On a nice christian gender based salary
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| And a church she can merely attend
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| And there on the flip-side of Caucasia we see
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| Miss Modern Mary Magdalene gone Deep Throat
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| On international cabel TV
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| So you keep talking about progress and equality
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| But to me, the crusade is still on my friend
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| Silly me who always thought life was for the living
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| And giving in to lust was all to give and to be given
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| Life will never be the same
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| I have a better view since I found God
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| Guilt will never be the same
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| I’m on a higher ground since I found God
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| I found God…
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| Life will never be the same
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| I have a better view now
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| There’s always someone else to blame
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| I’m on the winning team now
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| Death will never be the same
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| I’m in the faster lane now
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| No more am I the one to blame
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| I have a juster cause now
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| Love will never be the same
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| Lust will never be the same
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| Shame will never be the same
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| I will never be the same
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| And
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| You will never be the same |