| Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray
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| But all the hip kids sent You running away
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| You got egg on your face
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| But the faithful keep washing your feet
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| Wish it was simple but it’s trouble to say
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| Cause nobody believes that there’s a debt to be paid
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| For the things that come easy day after day, week after week
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| I am the champion of wine
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| You’re the bread on my tongue
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| I am the last one in line
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| The prodigal
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| I am the champion of wine
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| You’re the bread on my tongue
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| I am the last one in line
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| The prodigal son
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| Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray
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| But Lord, I’ve been so busy and I’ve kept you away
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| I got egg on my face
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| So I hide away where no one can see
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| Wish it was simple but it’s trouble to say
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| Cause nobody believes that there’s a debt to be paid
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| For the things that come easy day after day, week after week
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| I am the champion of wine
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| You’re the bread on my tongue
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| I am the last one in line
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| The prodigal son
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| I am the champion of wine
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| You’re the bread on my tongue
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| I am the last one in line
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| The prodigal
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| Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray
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| But all the hip kids said you’re running away
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| You got egg on your face
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| But the faithful keep washing your feet
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| Wish it was simple but it’s trouble to say
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| Cause nobody believes that there’s a debt to be paid
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| For the things that come easy day after day, week after week |