| When they found the bones of God
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| they stitched our lips, they paid us off.
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| The papers said it was a fake
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| so we hid the lies for the children’s sake.
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| How can I run from your heavenly host?
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| You’ve put all your trust in a holy ghost,
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| so there’s no redemption for my crime,
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| I took my life,
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| I took my life.
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| Where they found the bones of God,
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| the grass was black, the earth was roughed.
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| My saviour lay in a tomb of rust,
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| my rock of ages ground to dust.
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| But how can I run from your heavenly host?
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| You’ve put all your trust in a holy ghost,
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| so there’s no redemption for my crime.
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| I took my life,
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| I took my life.
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| How can I run from your heavenly host?
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| You’ve put all your trust in a holy ghost,
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| so there’s no redemption for your crime.
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| You better take your life,
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| yeah, you better take your life.
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| Your life. |