| It’s strange to hear you talk about faith
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| When you were too blind to recognize
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| That the faith you sought
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| Was a passing phase
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| Merely in disguise
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| You’ve finally come to realize
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| That confusion confessed to popularize?
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| When your congregation was so surprised
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| To see that I was coming through
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| Oh, you’re driving me crazy
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| You think you’re so complete
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| Oh, you’re driving me crazy
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| Right back into the street
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| And now I feel like a stranger in my own backyard
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| Now praying for your freedom seldom seemed hard
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| But I’ve noticed a lot of changes in freedom too
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| Like I’ve noticed changes in you
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| I could hear them laughing
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| As usually they’d do
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| In the days of my childhood
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| I can’t see them anymore
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| Faith healers---I don’t need them
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| Oh, you’re driving me crazy
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| Well you think you’re so complete
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| Oh, you’re driving me crazy
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| Right back in to the street |