| The last time I saw Jesus
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| I was drinking bloody mary’s in the South
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| In a barroom in New Orleans
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| Rinsin' out the bad taste in my mouth
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| She wore a dark and faded blazer
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| With a little of the lining hanging out
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| When the jukebox played Miss Dorothy Moore
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| I knew that it was him without a doubt
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| I said the road is my redeemer
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| I never know just what on earth I’ll find
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| In the faces of a stranger
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| In the dark and weary corners of a mind
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| She said, The last highway is only
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| As far away as you are from yourself
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| And no matter just how bad it gets
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| It does no good to blame somebody else
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| Ain’t it crazy
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| What’s revealed when you’re not looking all that close
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| Ain’t it crazy
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| How we put to death the ones we need the most
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| I know I’m not a martyr
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| I’ve never died for anyone but me
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| The last frontier is only
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| The stranger in the mirror that I see
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| But when I least expect it
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| Here and there I see my savior’s face
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| He’s still my favorite loser
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| Falling for the entire human race
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| Ain’t it crazy
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| What’s revealed when you’re not looking all that close
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| Ain’t it crazy
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| How we put to death the ones we need the most
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| The last time I saw Jesus
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| I was drinking bloody mary’s in the South
|
| In a barroom in New Orleans
|
| Ain’t it crazy
|
| What’s revealed when you’re not looking all that close
|
| Ain’t it crazy
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| How we put to death the ones we need the most |