| Years of great plenty
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| Throughout the land of sin
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| With only faith at stake
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| And so much more to win
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| Now, wouldn’t Lord allow us a little fun?
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| Until the hellhounds sleep again
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| Now you’re soaked with water
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| That your wings just won’t repel
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| But on your little crooked streak
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| You dry them up to Hell
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| Until the Sunday bells are calling you
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| Until the hellhounds sleep again
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| You enter the night in your Devil-black suit
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| Well, we all need a little taste of that forbidden fruit
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| And in the night Satan is divine
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| Until the hellhounds sleep again
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| Your path leads to nowhere and nothing is your trade
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| Your faith barely lasts until the church bells fade
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| I sincerely wish you better luck tonight
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| Until the hellhounds sleep again
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| Though the colonnades of faith with you
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| It’s what i see, it’s what i love, it’s what i do
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| And now the columns are falling on you
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| But it the colonnades of faith, we’re passing through |