| I was holding an invitation to meet some danger
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| Around the corner from an evil love affair
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| Something told me feet get ready to be moving
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| 'Cause I felt like I wasn’t going anywhere
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| I took a walk past the church house of my family
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| The one that left me feeling solo and for dead
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| I was sick with all of your ghosts floating in my bottle
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| So I poured them on the pavement and I said
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| If Jesus is coming, he better come on
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| If Jesus is coming, he better move
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| 'Cause I’m tired of running
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| I’ll get what’s coming
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| Down at the alter of my youth
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| Well, I snuck in through the oak doors of the chapel
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| And I lay my weary body on the pew
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| Red crushed velvet beneath my halo — I was ready
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| To see his face and tell him exactly what he could do
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| The sun came a -shinning through the stained glass
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| I must have fallen fast asleep through the night
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| Something told me girl, get ready to be moving
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| 'Cause I felt like shedding some of the lies |