| I never worn a halo
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| Don’t suppose I ever will
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| As far as saving me goes
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| It’s a battle up a hill
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| But I keep climbin', tryin', fightin'
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| Got a King James in the dresser
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| And I take it out sometimes
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| But Lord knows, I ain’t measured
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| Up to what’s inside
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| And they say, «But that’s okay»
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| But I keep praying for the day
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| That I can open up that good book
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| And Heaven don’t look
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| Like it’s out of reach
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| When it feels like those apostles
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| Are giving me the gospel
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| And not the third degree
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| I just wanted to read
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| Like Bible verses
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| And not the Bible versus me
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| I woke up in last night’s clothes
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| And it’s whisky on my lips
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| If God’s looking down, I know
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| He’s really looking down on this
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| But I have faith that I can change
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| I keep praying for the day
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| That I can open up that good book
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| And Heaven don’t look
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| Like it’s out of reach
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| When it feels like those apostles
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| Are giving me the gospel
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| And not the third degree
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| I just wanted to read
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| Like Bible verses
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| And not the Bible versus me
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| I’m just tryin' to give myself a little grace
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| 'Til those words and me get on the same page
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| And I can open up that good book
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| And Heaven don’t look
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| Like it’s out of reach
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| When it feels like those apostles
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| Are giving me the gospel
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| And not the third degree
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| I just wanted to read
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| Like Bible verses
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| And not the Bible versus me |