| It’s like being in love you rob your own mind and defile your bed
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| You ignore the fate of the players who both end up dead
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| And you pretend for us and you pretend for them
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| This fairytale will make them jealous of you
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| But it’s not the kind that you talked about
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| And it’s just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind
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| She is feeding you and you lie with her
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| And for the first time your right arm becomes useful
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| As you sin with it you wanna cut it off but instead you thank god for all of the wrong you do.
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| But it’s not the kind that you talked about
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| And it’s just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind
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| She is feeding you and you lie with her
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| And for the first time your right arm becomes useful
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| As you sin with it you wanna cut it off but instead you thank god for all of the wrong you do.
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| You cut the cord today with God’s hand to hold yours steady
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| He waits for you to apply the pressure
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| The warmth of His breath wrapped in His words
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| As He repeats His Truth after Truth after Truth after Truth
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| And it’s just the kind the kind you talked about and it’s just the kind
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| That clothes your mind with Christ
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| He is feeding you and you know the truth and I pray this is the last song I will sing to you
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| I’m sorry Father, I’m sorry sister, I’m sorry brother, I’m sorry everybody. |