| I don’t believe that I can stay here
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| And watch them vilify my blood
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| I don’t believe that you are with me
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| It’s so beneath you, gazing up
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| I won’t kneel
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| I won’t bow
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| If you’re there now
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| Strike me down, strike me down, strike me down
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| Oh, you’ve got nothing
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| There is none higher than this blood
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| And I won’t serve anyone
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| No there is nothing above
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| And I don’t serve anyone, anyone
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| There’s nothing above
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| Deep in my heart, a disbeliever
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| Only inviting in the truth
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| You’re in my heart, my disbeliever
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| As holy horror crushes you
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| I won’t kneel
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| I won’t bow
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| No one is there to
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| Strike me down, strike me down, strike me down
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| Except the faithful
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| There is none higher than this blood
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| And I won’t serve anyone
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| No there is nothing above
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| And I don’t serve anyone, anyone
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| I don’t believe that I can stay here
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| And watch them vilify my blood
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| I don’t believe that I can stay here
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| And watch them vilify your love, my love
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| I won’t kneel
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| I won’t bow
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| If you’re there god
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| Strike me down, strike me down
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| You won’t
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| There is none higher than this blood
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| And I won’t serve anyone
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| No there is nothing above
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| And I don’t serve anyone, anyone
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| There’s nothing above |