| Lord, lord, lord
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| Help me find a righteous soul
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| Yes, lord, lord, lord
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| 'Cause I’m way out of control
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| I ask you lord, lord, lord
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| Help me find a righteous soul
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| We change the colour of our skin
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| 'Cause none of us are free from sin
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| Belief is not our sunday best
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| You put us sinners to the test
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| Our world is one big toxic site
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| Where unbelief and fear abide
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| We fight, we swear, we lie, we cheat
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| We just don’t care, we’re filled with greed
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| Lord, lord, lord
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| I am digging my own grave
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| Yes, lord, lord, lord
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| I’m a sinner, I’m depraved
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| I tell you lord, lord, lord
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| I keep digging my own grave
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| Our guilt becomes our cross to bear
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| But yet it seems nobody cares
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| We are a thorn stuck in your head
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| Fighting for our daily bread T
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| He moral code that holds us fast
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| Gets broken daily, and surpassed
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| We gamble, swindle and betray
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| We live in total disarray |