| Jesus and all his saints couldn’t save our wretched face
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| And no man parting some sea could keep you from me
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| We had to walk away from the streets that knew our names
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| I stutter soft and say
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| «I'd give you anything
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| Anything and everything
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| And you can tell the town
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| We’re down till we’re underground»
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| We lost the heartache sound when our order was found
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| I burned a testament and misused 'heaven-sent'
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| We made a comeback and it, it was received quite well
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| The earth, for all its worth, never seemed so far from Hell
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| Preach on and on
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| Spread the good word of the holy healing
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| Breathe in, breathe out and on
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| Likely lifers put to song and dance
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| And air has never seemed so clear
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| I got a love/hate relationship with love and hate
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| I get lost here and there
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| You could say I was into the fact you even cared
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| I’m a believer of there’s nothing up above
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| That could or should replace my Sunday’s saving grace
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| I repent the times that I said you don’t exist
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| My gospels from the Church of Stereo Activists |