| Father please forgive me for I think I have sinned
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| I’ve set fire to the falsifiers wearing the skin
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| Of a righteous holy shepherd
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| Who’s just as blind and helpless
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| As the flock of whores and lepers
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| He persuades into keeping his pockets full
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| (Father please forgive me for I think I have sinned)
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| Give me all your money and tell me your sins
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| Dip you in my water, you’ll fit right in
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| So lift up your hands now
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| All creatures below
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| Bow your heads and sing
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| «Praise the Father, the Son in the definitive host»
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| It’s contagious
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| Man I swear there must be something in the water
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| I feel like I’m the only one left and I’m a martyr
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| If you’re thinking then it’s treason
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| If you question it’s a felony
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| The words are from God
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| But the Devil has got the melody
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| (Father please forgive me for I think I have sinned)
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| Give me all your money and tell me your sins
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| Dip you in my water, you’ll fit right in
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| So lift up your hands now
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| All creatures below
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| Bow your heads and sing
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| «Praise the Father, the Son in the definitive host»
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| Break
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| Give me all your money and tell me your sins
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| Dip you in my water, you’ll fit right in
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| Give me all your money and tell me your sins
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| Dip you in my water, you’ll fit right in
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| So lift up your hands now
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| All creatures below
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| Bow your heads and sing
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| «Praise the Father, the Son in the definitive»
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| «Praise the Father, the Son in the definitive host» |