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You cast off the chains that tied and bound |
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You're sick of their talk and won't carry their crowns |
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You hollowed the space where they darkened the ground |
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With weary precision you lowered 'em down |
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Oh preacher, believer |
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Saint with a fever |
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You timid only son |
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You better wipe that dust from the tip of your tongue |
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And sing what ain't been sung |
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Cause I've seen better days and I've seen the end |
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I saw a grown man break |
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I saw a changed man mend |
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And I've been in deep |
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Way over my head |
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I heard the virgin weep |
| [01:19.69] |
While the savior bled |
| [01:22.73] |
Oh preacher, believer |
| [01:26.06] |
Saint with a fever |
| [01:28.81] |
You timid only son |
| [01:34.20] |
You better wipe that dust from the tip of your tongue |
| [01:40.31] |
And sing what ain't been sung |
| [01:44.89] |
|
| [02:13.26] |
Oh preacher, believer |
| [02:16.56] |
Saint with a fever |
| [02:19.24] |
You timid only son |
| [02:24.76] |
You better wipe that dust from the tip of your tongue |
| [02:30.95] |
And sing what ain't been sung |
| [02:35.58] |
|
| [02:36.67] |
I cast off the chains that tied and bound |
| [02:42.38] |
I'm sick of their talk, I won't carry their crowns |
| [02:48.06] |
A hollowed space where they darkened the ground |
| [02:53.81] |
With weary precision I lowered 'em down |
