| A priest caught in lust
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| Is roaming the red light
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| Pays to indulge his sins
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| Body cry
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| Each day he awakes
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| And prays for forgiveness
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| «Our Father», he cries to his God
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| «Set me free»
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| Once we may ask for forgiveness
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| Someday we could see paradise
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| His words echo to his disciples
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| Yet again he’ll give in to his vice
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| Caught and bound by temptation
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| So ashamed of running free
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| Sweet embrace, captivation
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| Carnal truth against out beliefs
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| Deliver us Deliver us His suit hides the truth
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| His business is pushing
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| Supplying the kings of the street
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| Rich man’s pride
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| Higher than high, a kid passing by Blows off his head and escapes
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| Outta sight — outta sight
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| Who finds the road to redemption
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| The preacher, the kid, or the man
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| Who will decide it, I wonder
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| Vicious circle entangled and trapped
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| Caught and bound by temptation
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| So ashamed of running free
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| Sweet embrace, captivation
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| Carnal truth against our beliefs
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| Deliver us Deliver us Once we may ask for forgiveness
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| Someday we could see paradise
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| His words echo to his disciples
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| Yet again he’ll give in to his vice
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| Caught and bound by temptation
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| So ashamed of running free
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| Sweet embrace, captivation
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| Carnal truth against our beliefs
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| Deliver us Deliver us Deliver us Deliver us |