| For 20 years I’ve held this pulpit
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| Preached the word, served the Eucharist
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| Gained the trust of the townsfolk
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| Made every football game, never missed a social
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| Last week, a boy I taught theology
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| Came back in town with a new ideology
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| And now those feelings-- I tucked away
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| Threaten this sanctuary
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| A lifetime of burning culminated in one innocent, forbidden touch
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| I know this is wrong because I’m told this is wrong
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| A new recruit, twenty-five years old
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| He joined the habit with a chip on his shoulder
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| Some nights he’d proclaim his preference
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| But only flat back drunk on a bottle of Jameson
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| One of those nights we stayed up, the two of us
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| Singing our lives, just the two of us
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| We were hiding in the dark
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| I fell asleep by his side
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| We woke to the chimes of the bells in the steeple and ran off to separate rooms
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| They can’t know what we’ve done
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| Or our whole world would come undone
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| You’ll never live this down
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| You’ll never live this down
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| You’ll never live this down
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| (They're gonna find you out!)
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| You’ll never live this down
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| (And when they find you out!)
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| You’ll never live this down
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| (They're gonna drag you out! Don’t let them find you!)
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| I know this is wrong, because we’re told this is wrong |