| She’s praying to a God that won’t talk back
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| Her faith is dying, the tear’s a sign she’s going off track
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| Keeps praying to a God that won’t talk back
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| Won’t talk back
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| Down on her knees here
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| Praying to a God that won’t talk back (Hey)
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| Her momma believed that the devil had a dress on
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| So she’s out on the town, tonight she got her best on
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| Her daddy believed that the needle was a highway
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| So she powders her nose, she’s just looking for the right shade
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| It gets hard to feel the friction underwater
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| And she’s breaking down, tearing at the borders
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| In too deep to save herself
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| She takes a pill, it seems to help
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| Close her eyes and pictures standing at the altar
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| She’s praying to a God that won’t talk back
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| Her faith is dying, the tear’s a sign she’s going off track
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| Keeps praying to a God that won’t talk back
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| Won’t talk back
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| Down on her knees here
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| Praying to a God that won’t talk back
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| It gets hard to feel the friction underwater
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| And she’s breaking down, tearing at the borders
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| In too deep to save herself
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| She takes a pill, it seems to help
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| Close her eyes and pictures standing at the altar |