| It’s so easy to cash in these chips on my shoulders
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| So easy to loose this old tongue like a tiger
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| It’s easy to let all this bitterness smolder
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| Just to hide it away like a cigarette lighter
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| It’s easy to curse and to hurt and to hinder
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| It’s easy to not have the heart to remember
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| That I am a priest and a prince in the Kingdom of God
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| I’ve got voices that scream in my head like a siren
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| Fears that I feel in the night when I sleep
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| Stupid choices I made when I played in the mire
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| Like a kid in the mud on some dirty blind street
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| I’ve got sorrow to spare, I’ve got loneliness too
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| I’ve got blood on these hands that hold on to the truth
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| That I am a priest and a prince in the Kingdom of God
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| I swore on the Bible not to tell a lie
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| But I’ve lied and lied
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| And I crossed my heart and I hoped to die
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| And I’ve died and died
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| But if it’s true that you gathered my sin in your hand
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| And you cast it as far as the east is from the west
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| If it’s true that you put on the flesh of a man
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| And you walked in my shoes through the shadow of death
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| If it’s true that you dwell in the halls of my heart
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| Then I’m not just a fool with a fancy guitar
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| No, I am a priest and a prince in the Kingdom of God |