| Question — this is embarrassing
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| You ever been scared you had no idea what you were talking about?
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| Yeah, me too
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| Honesty perplexed
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| I’ve lied and so have you
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| Christians
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| Lying
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| Like you never had questions?
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| Like you never had a moment when your inner dialogues
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| Were all of a sudden in third person like
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| «Are you really buying this?»
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| You’re lying
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| Like your eyes are 100% always satisfied by your spouse
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| And you don’t need accountability
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| Neither of which is biblical, by the way
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| Your eyes are never satisfied
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| Us, overgrown primates with egos
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| Lying
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| You «e the devil when you declare yourself okay
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| You get it but you don’t get it
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| Like you’ve never planted your Chuck Taylors firmly in the sinking sand…
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| You’re lying
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| We for centuries sing hymns of grace
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| And this is why it’s amazing!
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| And if it’s not, you don’t understand…
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| Or you’re lying
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| Which is why your friends don’t believe you
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| There is just as much Jesus' blood on your hand as there is His
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| You sure you understand the cross?
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| Forgive me for asking
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| Forgive me for asking
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| Muslims- excuse my boldness- but what if you’re lying, too?
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| Like you don’t ever have questions?
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| As if you’ve never wondered why Allah’s ears only hear directionally
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| And if you accidentally pointed slightly north easterly then you’ve blasphemed?
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| As if the thought has never crossed your mind
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| That the jihadists interpreted the Quran correctly
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| And you are what we Christians would call 'lukewarm'?
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| Which makes you much more like my evanjellyfish churchianity would allow me to
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| admit
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| And you can call me on it; |
| I’ll deny it, just don’t believe me
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| Because I’m lying
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| I strain at gnats, I focus on silliness
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| I act like God has joined a political party just like you
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| As if you’ve never thought
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| «What if I was paralyzed and I can’t make my pilgrimage to Mecca
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| Yet I follow the text better than my whole family?
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| Is there enough mercy for me?»
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| Forgive me for asking
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| Forgive me for asking
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| I know it’s wrong for me to front like I understand your theology
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| As well as I think I understand mine
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| But I know we can agree on this:
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| Something is deathly wrong with us
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| And you, smarty pants, don’t front
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| Like the little you know about our universe
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| You ready to draw conclusions about its origins?
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| Maybe we don’t know as much as we think we do
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| Science still can’t explain yawning
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| Like you never took your world view to its furthest conclusions?
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| That if human behavior is just what protoplasm does at this temperature
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| Then there is no need for humanitarian effort
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| Because these atrocities weren’t wrong
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| It’s just the universe weeding out bad genes
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| Them is fingernail-on-chalkboard words, ain’t 'em?
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| You’re lying
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| Maybe I’m wrong, maybe you’re right
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| Maybe we’ll find out the day after the world ends
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| Yeah, I guess we’re all a little inconsistent
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| Maybe we can just show each other some grace
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| Forgive me for asking
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| Forgive me for asking
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| Forgive me for asking
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| You ever bury yourself in self-righteous guilt?
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| (Huh, me too.)
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| Are there fresh tally marks on the walls of your brain’s prison?
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| (Mine, too)
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| Hoping that the count of good deeds outnumber the bad ones?
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| Are your miserable failures your badges of honor?
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| And when you count those tallies
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| And the day the good outnumber the bad
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| Pat yourself on the back:
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| You have joined the rest of humanity
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| You, too, are lying
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| Like you never thought
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| «Someone might catch me in my contradiction.»
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| Yeah, me too
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| You ever think to yourself
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| «I have no idea what I’m talking about»?
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| Yeah, me too
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| Forgive me for asking
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| Forgive me for asking |