| Preacher says we should love our neighbors
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| But I don’t even know my neighbors' names
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| And every Sunday, it’s the same
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| Trying to find the answers in the stained glass window
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| All the sins I carry on my shoulders
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| Well, it’s a wonder that I made it through the door
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| Broke some golden rules the good book said I should stick to
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| Does that make me rotten to the core?
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| The whispers in the pews, well, they ain’t praying for me and you
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| How can a place so sacred be filled with so much hatred?
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| But me and Jesus, we’re as thick as thieves
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| If you don’t believe us, maybe you just don’t believe
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| They may say a girl like me is going straight to hell
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| Oh, but I think Jesus can love this Jezebel
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| I met my best friend Jack in Sunday school
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| Singing about the B-I-B-L-E
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| Learning about the love that purifies each one of us
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| And in his eyes, we are free
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| But Jack grew up and fell in love with Adam
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| Pretty soon the word sure got around
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| Those folks who agreed, that Adam should love Eve
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| Well they kicked Jack and Adam to the ground
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| Yeah, whispers in the pews, well, they ain’t praying for me and you
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| If we’re covered by his blood then who are they to judge?
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| Yeah, cause Jack and Jesus they’re as thick as thieves
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| If you don’t believe us, maybe you just don’t believe
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| They may say straight or gay, we’re going straight to hell
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| Oh, but I think Jesus can love this Jezebel
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| This little light is mine, so let me let it shine
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| This little light is mine, so let me let it shine
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| This little light is mine, so let me let it shine
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| This little light is mine, so let me let it shine
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| Let it shine, let it shine
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| Yeah, me and Jesus, we’re as thick as thieves
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| If you don’t believe us, maybe you just don’t believe
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| They may say if I act this way, I’m going straight to hell
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| Oh, but I think Jesus can love this Jezebel
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| Oh, oh yeah, I know Jesus loves this Jezebel |