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After all, this is heaven |
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But being biblical is so dramatic |
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We took this hook to sooth the fevers |
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By hook by crook, become believers |
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Look at me, this fruit's not fell |
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Far from the tree |
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But this fruit feels ripe |
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And that's all right by me |
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So we take our chance |
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Amongst the heathens |
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By holding fast, become believers |
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Come alive, facilitate me |
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Wash away and elevate me |
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Currency is not accepted |
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While we try, we are defective |
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If I could make only half of this right |
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Then this lonely day would turn into |
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Populous night and this poverty of clarity |
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Would not stop me from sleeping this time |
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Come alive, facilitate me |
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Wash away and elevate me |
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Currency is not accepted |
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While we try, we are defective |
