| You kneel by the graveside
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| With songs for lost souls
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| I heard you were digging
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| A deep, black hole
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| While in contemplation
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| Inside, you shivered and groaned
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| Your knees turned to water
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| Your face was the colour of bones
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| Jesus Loves Jesus Saves
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| But where is your Sweet Jesus today?
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| Jesus Loves Jesus Saves
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| But where is your Sweet Jesus today?
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| Stretched out on your altar
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| As cold as church stone
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| The crimson robe of your passion
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| Worn out and looking old
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| Forgotten cups of tea and orange skins
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| Eaten-words and screwed up days
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| You hide in your bed
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| Waiting to be saved
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| Jesus Loves Jesus Saves
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| But where is your Sweet Jesus today?
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| Jesus Loves Jesus Saves
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| But where is your Sweet Jesus today?
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| On this long road, on this long road
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| Amazed that Grace didn’t touch you
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| Burn your heart, inflame your soul
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| No blue light, no angels
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| No key to that magic door
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| Ah, you were such a crazy cunt
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| You overdosed on your desire
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| Have you come to haunt me
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| And tell me I’m a liar |