| There is a place
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| Some say I’m going to
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| Where they put the choir boys
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| Who do not sing in tune
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| Must we explain the perfect moments?
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| Like hummingbird wings
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| They are meant to move too fast for our eyes
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| And I believe in evolution and the wonder of all things
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| So why can’t salvation be mine?
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| I’m sorry if I’ve done wrong
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| I know I’m going to straight to hell, straight to hell
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| I know I’m going straight to hell
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| Do you feel a judgement?
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| For loving who you love?
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| Or what you’re choosing for your body?
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| Or what you think is up above?
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| Oh let there be a softness
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| Let our weakness glow
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| We are all your choir let us sing
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| Cause one day we all leave here with nothing left to show
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| Oh who will remember this thing
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| I’m sorry if I’ve done wrong
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| I know I’m going straight to hell, straight to hell
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| I’m sorry if I’ve done wrong
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| I know I’m going straight to hell, straight to hell
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| I know I’m going straight to hell
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| I’m sorry but I won’t back
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| I’m sorry you made heaven and we’re making it a hell
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| I’m sorry if I’ve done wrong
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| But I won’t back down cause we don’t last long
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| I’m sorry if I’ve done wrong
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| I know I’m going straight to hell, straight to hell
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| I’m sorry if I’ve done wrong
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| I know I’m going straight to hell, straight to hell
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| I know I’m going straight to hell, straight to hell
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| I’m going straight to hell |