| You turned all my dreams into nightmares
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| But you won’t turn my water to wine
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| Now you don’t handle me like that rosary
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| I’ve seen you carressing now and again
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| Is there one law for you and another for me?
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| Is it written in some ancient text?
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| Are the wings of retreat well attached to your feet?
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| Do you think of me often when you’re with your friend?
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| Do you cringe a bit now and again?
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| Are you closer to God than the folk you despise?
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| Are we closer to God than the ants and the flies?
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| Is your idea of heaven my idea of hell?
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| When you get to those gates will your friend come as well?
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| Will the good lord preserve you in pickle or brine?
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| Well if I catch you first then he won’t get the time
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| I’m all out of pity, you’re all out of line
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| But remember you used to be mine
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| Remember you used to be mine
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| Are you closer to God than the folk you despise?
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| Are we closer to God than the ants and the flies?
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| Is your idea of heaven my idea of hell?
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| When you get to those gates will your friend come as well?
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| Does the lord keep you warm in her bed every night?
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| Are your prayers in the morning just squeals of delight?
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| Has my mind disappeared now the flesh is so weak?
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| I notice you always say nothing to me
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| I notice that we never speak
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| I notice that we never speak
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| I notice that we never speak |