| What do you think you got, when you thought you had a lot
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| But all your feelings are dead?
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| And who do you think you are, when you’re reaching for the stars
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| But all your feelings are dead?
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| Must you make a decision, between sex and religion
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| Why can’t you love God in your bed?
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| Well, Jesus Christ is in your bed tonight
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| To bring you back from the dead
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| How are you gonna fight for what you think is right
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| If all your feelings are dead?
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| And what can you know of love, from the eyes of a child to the heavens above
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| When all your feelings are dead?
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| It’s a tragic condition, sex and religion
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| Makin' a manic mess in your head
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| Well, Jesus Christ is in your bed tonight
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| To bring you back from the dead
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| Jesus Christ, or any son of the heatless light
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| When all your feelings are dead
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| Resurrection!
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| I raise my hands high up into the air
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| Get down on my knees and start-a-prayin'
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| When love walks in, my body begins
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| I feel my promised land comin', but I gotta go to Hell now
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| And those creatures, evangelist preachers
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| The ones that take money, for the promise of hope
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| Well, they are dangerous, I’m not dangerous
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| Brain washing us, and we’re not gonna take it
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| I just wanna know, oh, Lord, how it is so
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| How is it that you can take my sins away?
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| Oh, Lord tell me, so I can see the light again
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| I don’t think anybody can take my sins away
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| How can the truth be known, if we got little black holes in our souls
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| And all our feelings are dead?
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| Are we imprisoned by sex and religion
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| Or is God the one that’s trapped in our mess?
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| Well, Jesus Christ is in your bed tonight
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| To bring you back from the dead
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| Jesus Christ, or any son of the heatless light
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| To bring you back from the dead
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| So remember now folks, when you kneel to pray
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| Blow a little kiss to the hypocrites
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| Good God knows when you turn the other cheek
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| Which direction you’re pointing it |