| I'm Not One |
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| When we visit at the grave |
| There’s no telling what was you |
| And the light takes us away |
| The stormy tension |
| The ill advise |
| A bringer not of truth only lies |
| The necromancer |
| Is not a dancer |
| Too long I’ve been withhold |
| Crack the shell |
| Flee the church |
| Face the pope |
| But mind his robe |
| Jesus side (only he died) |
| With people who forgives |
| I’m not one of those |
| I make me own high |
| Resting |
| Still abide |
| Though the law is not inside |
| With much snsation |
| I close my eyes |
| And wandr to |
| Where we may hide |
| From the church |
| And from the pope |
| Well in mind his robe |
| Jesus hide from all their crimes |
| And the people he forgets |
| I’m not one of those |
| I make me own high |
