| In the moment of my madness
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| In the presence of my shame
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| I stood before St. Peter
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| Naked and unnamed
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| Praying the fell with genius
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| Win the blue silk hoe
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| Across the street where angels stood
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| In colors bright and bold
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| He said, «Son, before I judge you
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| I have to make this clear
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| Your heartfelt prayers for Heaven on Earth
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| Don’t come to much up here
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| 'Cause you still kill your brother
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| And watch your children die
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| Two thousand years ain’t changed your ways
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| And still you wonder why»
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| «The east side and the west side
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| With great distance in between
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| Are parted by false values
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| And a blindness seldom seen
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| There’s murder in the city street
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| Bloodshed in the fields
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| You take your life so lightly
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| Can you imagine how Jesus feels?»
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| As I climbed the staircase
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| My suitcase in my hand
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| The stars around me shone like jewels
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| On a vast and promised land
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| We never claimed perfection
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| It’s hard enough to learn
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| Heaven’s doors are open wide
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| The fires of Hell still burn |