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Shirley. Um, hope we do your song justice Glen, we're going to do our best Inside the walls of prison my body may be. But my Lord has set my soul free. There's a greystone chapel here at Folsom. A house
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Shirley. Um, hope we do your song justice Glen, we're going to do our best Inside the walls of prison my body may be. But my Lord has set my soul free. There's a greystone chapel here at Folsom. A house
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Shirley. Um, hope we do your song justice Glen, we're going to do our best Inside the walls of prison my body may be. But my Lord has set my soul free. There's a greystone chapel here at Folsom. A house
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Electric Chapel. Lady GaGa. My body is sanctuary. My blood is pure. Do do do do do do do. You want me bad. I think you're cool. But I'm not sure. Do do do do do do do. Follow me don't be such a
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Take my hand, and you will. Never see the daylight again. Come in, come in, to the blood red. Chapel of sin. Inside, You'll see, The horrors. of reality. now beg, now scream. bow down and bleed for
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(Porter Wagoner & Dolly Parton) Tonight all is quiet in Mission Chapel. And the music, like his love, has died away. And I'm standing in the middle of these memories. Mission Chapel memories of
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. Follow me. I need something more from you. . It's not about. S** or champaign. You holy fool. . Do do do. Do do do do. . If you want me, meet me at electric chapel (chapel, chapel, chapel). If
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(Artie Glenn). You saw me crying in the chapel. The tears I she'd were tears of joy. I know the meaning of contentment. Now I'm happy with the Lord. Just a plain and simple chapel. Where humble
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You saw me crying in the chapel. The tears I shed were tears of joy. I know the meaning of contentment. I am happy with the Lord. . Just a plain and simple chapel. Where all good people go to
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You saw me crying in the chapel. The tears I shed were tears of joy. I know the meaning of contentment. I am happy with the Lord Just a plain and simple chapel. Where all bumble people go to pray
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praying. . These are the symptoms. Of letting go of all our hope. Since we can't compete with martyred saints. We'll douse ourselves in gasoline and hang our bodies from the lampposts. So that our
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How I'd love to hear the organ. In the chapel in the moonlight. While we're strolling down the aisle. Where roses entwine How I'd love to hear you whisper. In the chapel in the moonlight. That
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Light a candle in the chapel. At the closing of each day. Keep it burning while you're yearning. For the one who went away Say a prayer and ask the angel. To guide and to watch from above. Light
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Hope is beauty, personified. At her feet the world, hypnotized A million flashes, a million smiles. And on the catwalk she flaunts her style Oh but in this heart of darkness. Our hope lies lost
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Hope is beauty, personified. At her feet the world, hypnotized A million flashes, a million smiles. And on the catwalk she flaunts her style Oh but in this heart of darkness. Our hope lies lost
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Hope is beauty, personified. At her feet the world, hypnotized A million flashes, a million smiles. And on the catwalk she flaunts her style Oh but in this heart of darkness. Our hope lies lost
