| I always wanted to be a Catholic… but, I was cursed in being a Protestant
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| Oh the life… to recite the right words I should pray
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| Oh the life… to not have to decide what to wear everyday
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| But, I am just a snake handler, emotion-as-a-drug dealer, a tv pitch wheeler
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| screamer
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| I make it all up as I go. |
| Then, sell it as a video. |
| See Betty at the tape table,
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| tape table
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| I’m in love with an Irish boy whose penetrating eyes pierce my chest and steal
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| my breath
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| Inter
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| With myrhh
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| In moonlight
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| Eternal Passion Song
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| Lecturn
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| In stained
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| Glass sunlight
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| Place grace upon my tongue
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| Domine exaudi orationem meam
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| Where I’m from everyone is catholic… but, somehow I was born being protestant
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| All my life, it was meetings in basements and abandoned schools
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| All my life, it was windowless, sound-baffled, beige, barren rooms
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| But, I would see them in the evenings going to their special teachings and hear
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| next-day- storytellings
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| This is where the first line’s drawn and you can feel which side you’re on.
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| Still
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| Robes and smoke leave me in awe, so in awe
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| I love an Italian boy with a beatific touch. |
| Place your hands where it’s
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| relevant
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| Inter
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| With myrhh
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| In moonlight
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| Eternal Passion Song
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| Lecturn
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| In stained
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| Glass sunlight
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| Place grace upon my tongue
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| Place your martyr mouth where my mouth shouts
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| Place your mosaic mouth where my mouth shouts |