| She’s a woman on a mission, always in the church
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| If you need a ride into town, her offer is the first
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| Yeah she thinks that if she’s perfect, she can outrun all the hurt
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| But that ain’t how salvation works
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| That steeple still needs paintin', they’re out there cuttin' grass
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| There’s a two line Sunday sermon, she’ll miss 'cause she drives too fast
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| And the message on the marquee, reflected in the glass
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| Is every sinner has a future and every saint has a past
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| He’s a man with a memory that turned into a curse
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| Keeps every bottle empty until he’s numbed down to the nerve
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| He thinks that forgiveness is reserved for souls like hers
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| But that ain’t how salvation works
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| That steeple still needs paintin', they’re out there cuttin' grass
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| There’s a two line Sunday sermon, she’ll miss 'cause she drives too fast
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| And the message on the marquee, reflected in the glass
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| Is every sinner has a future and every saint has a past
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| I can’t quote the Bible, the chapter or the verse
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| And heavens just a promise for those left here on Earth
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| But I believe that God loves us more then we deserve
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| And I hope that’s how
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| Yeah, I hope that’s how
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| I hope that’s how salvation works
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| Salvation works
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| Oh, I hope that’s how
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| I hope that’s how |