| It’s not some heavy hand
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| From up above that made you late
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| Recall how that night was spent
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| Forget a friendly fate
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| The world perspectives blurred
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| Connect to a herd and leave mind blank
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| You could be the new black sheep on the block
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| And you’ve got free will to thank—in vain
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| Condemning acts, assuming that you’re safe
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| There’s no free pass when you don’t do as you say
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| Envision an existence of penance without pain
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| Just put your faith in God and
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| Those chills won’t mean a thing
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| You might dodge the bullet
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| Leave that life a stain on the sheets to clean
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| But can’t condone the clinics' freedoms
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| Tell me what’s obscene—in vain
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| Condemning acts, assuming that you’re safe
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| There’s no free pass when you don’t do as you say
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| Envision an existence of penance without pain
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| Just put your faith in God and
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| Those chills won’t mean a thing
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| Cup of Christ, half-filled with grain
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| A two-strike count, but you swing again
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| I won’t play the cynic if you don’t play the saint
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| And those chills won’t mean a thing |