| Holy roller sits in the garden we fled
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| Blood into wine, take my body instead
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| Holy roller sits in the garden we fled
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| Blood into wine, take my body instead
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| Holy roller
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| Stand to the left of me in paradise
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| Holy ghosts will
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| Born of blood in Seraphim
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| To grip the Nazarene
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| Crown of God, you wear it thin
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| To come and rapture me
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| Holy roller sits in the garden we fled
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| Blood into wine, take my body instead
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| Holy roller sits in the garden we fled
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| Blood into wine, take my body instead
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| Stand to the left of me in paradise
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| Holy ghosts will
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| Fade into oblivion like a blade
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| Falling slowly, curse the holy down
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| And when I die, you won’t pray for me
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| That’s when I learn to cut my ties
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| And when I die, you won’t pray for me
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| That’s when I learn to cut my ties
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| Holy roller sits in the garden we fled
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| Blood into wine, take my body instead
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| Holy roller
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| Stand to the left of me in paradise
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| Holy ghosts will
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| Fade into oblivion like a blade
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| Falling slowly |