| I was on my knees again
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| Begging for my ways to change
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| But the truth I uncovered, the pressure I’m under
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| To please you has gone away
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| You’re a temptress, you’re to blame
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| For the guilt I can’t displace
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| Though there’s winters and summers
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| And so much has changed
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| You’re the fortress for my shame
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| I was born in the shadows of preachers and saints
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| I was raised in a house of God
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| But the blood on my lips and the dirt on my face
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| Is all the religion I’ve got
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| Is all the religion I’ve got
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| Oh, oh, ohh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, ohh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, ohh, oh, oh, oh
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| Is all the religion I’ve got
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| I was lost inside her arms
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| Trying to climb my way back out
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| But it ain’t what you got or the buildings you bought
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| That’ll save you from the sound
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| She’s a needy harlequin
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| Built by greed and selfish men
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| Though it’s easy to love her for all you discover
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| She’s bound to fall again
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| I was born in the shadows of preachers and saints
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| I was raised in a house of God
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| But the blood on my lips and the dirt on my face
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| Is all the religion I’ve got
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| Oh, is all the religion I’ve got
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| Oh, oh, ohh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, ohh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, ohh, oh, oh, oh
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| Is all the religion I’ve got |