| «You're going to live and be good»
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| They said to us as if we understood
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| But I did not want a new name
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| You were the ones calling up to the saints
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| We should have been out playing ball
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| Instead we were trapped behind these brick walls
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| So we got down to pray
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| Your testaments would soon be gone away
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| We didn’t know what to say
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| We had nothing to confess that day
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| Please excuse me, I’m a disgrace
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| 'Grace, 'grace
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| We didn’t know what to say
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| We had nothing to confess that day
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| Anything to get out of this place
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| Place, place
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| «You're going to live and break bread»
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| They said to us and it stuck in our heads
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| But I did not want to love greed
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| I was the one who was going insane
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| We should have been out playing ball
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| Instead we were trapped behind these brick walls
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| So we got down to pray
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| Your testaments would soon be gone away
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| We didn’t know what to say
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| We had nothing to confess that day
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| Please excuse me, I’m a disgrace
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| 'Grace, 'grace
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| We didn’t know what to say
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| We had nothing to confess that day
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| Anything to get out of this place
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| Place, place
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| We didn’t know what to say
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| We had nothing to confess that day
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| Please excuse me, I’m a disgrace
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| 'Grace, 'grace
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| We didn’t know what to say
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| We had nothing to confess that day
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| Anything to get out of this place
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| Place, place
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| It’s okay, I don’t mind
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| It’s not like I had any time for you
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| Oh, it is so divine
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| Place it on my tongue, you do
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| Shall we see who’s pullin' the strings?
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| Shall we see who’s pullin' the strings?
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| Shall we see who’s pullin' the strings?
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| Shall we see who’s pullin' the strings?
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| Shall we see who’s pullin' the strings?
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| Shall we see who’s pullin' the strings?
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| Shall we see who’s pullin' the strings?
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| Shall we see who’s pullin' the strings? |