| Some bizarre solace comes from a life spent living
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| With the odd promise of a God who’s waiting for us all
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| The hordes of small minded little zealots
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| Deep down there’s a hard-fought feeling that your heart’s just giving in
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| Dreams shrouded in a life-long dealing with a God who’s not listening
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| When it all goes down
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| Deep down there’s a hard-fought feeling that your heart’s just giving in
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| Dreams shrouded in a life-long dealing with a God who’s not listening
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| When it all goes down
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| When it goes down
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| Say your prayers, sing along in that too-true hymnal voice
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| Faith is where nothing’s wrong if you never make a choice
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| When the warmth washes o’er you on that woeful final day
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| If you’re wrong, you’re wrong… and you’ll never have to feel it
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| Deep down there’s a hard-fought feeling that your heart’s just giving in
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| Dreams shrouded in a life-long dealing with a God who’s not listening
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| When it all goes down
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| Deep down there’s a hard-fought feeling that your heart’s just giving in
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| Dreams shrouded in a life-long dealing with a God who’s not listening
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| When it all goes down
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| When it all goes down
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| When it goes down
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| If you wait too long, your heart will detonate
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| And lay you down a ghost who can’t relate
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| To anyone anymore, it’s just not the same
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| You’ve prayed all wrong to a God who just can’t relate
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| To anyone anymore, it’s just not the same
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| You’ve prayed all wrong to a God who just can’t relate
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| You’ve prayed all wrong, you’ve prayed all wrong
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| You’ve prayed all wrong, you’ve prayed all wrong
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| You’ve prayed all wrong, you’ve prayed all wrong |