| Blessed by a church
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| You molded with your hands
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| They send you up that hill
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| While you wait for change
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| A clever distraction
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| You lose your name
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| And all it’s worth
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| But something does change
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| We blame the ones we love
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| A clever lie
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| I’ll keep running after you
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| But I always seem to stumble over what I’ve become
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| I’ll keep running after you
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| There’s something healing in the silence when I’m alone with you
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| His church is the body
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| But where is the blood
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| He’s centering himself inside
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| The castles built with mud
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| He’s full of cheap, cheap grace
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| But as for faith
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| He has none
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| I’ll keep running after you
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| But I always seem to stumble over what I’ve become
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| I’ll keep running after you
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| There’s something healing in the silence when I’m alone with you
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| Mon Dieu it’s a celebration
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| Cause I’m coming back to you
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| I’m coming back
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| I’m coming back
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| I’m coming back to you
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| I’ll keep running after you
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| But I always seem to stumble over what I’ve become
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| I’ll keep running after you
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| There’s something healing in the silence when I’m alone with you
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| Cause in our faith we come together
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| And make a change for the better
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| I was living alone
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| And I cannot tell you why
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| But I found out
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| I love you more |