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dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life. Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the
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the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak. A fresh poison each week. 'We were born sick,' I heard them say it. My Church offers no absolutes. She tells me, 'Worship in the bedroom
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. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life. Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell
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my life to your ways. I have learned what it means to obey. Jesus my heart has been changed by you. . I am walking the path you have made. I am seeking the truth every day. Jesus my heart has
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explain the magnitude, the passion of my love Oh, You took everything I was, made me what I am. And with all I am I worship You. You took everything I was, made me what I am. And with all I am I worship
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church . I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies . I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife . Offer me that deathless death . Good God, let me give you my life . If I'm a pagan of
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. She's the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak. A fresh poison each week. 'We were born sick, ' you heard them say it. My Church offers no absolutes. She tells me, 'Worship in the
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last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak. A fresh poison each week. 'We were born sick,' you heard them say it. My Church offers no absolutes. She tells me, 'Worship in the bedroom. '. The
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(Bator/James). When the heroes have all died away. Priests and politicians. have all lied away now. Actors after all were only acting. Church killed knowledge. Took the world a slave. Ya gotta
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speak. She's the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak. A fresh poison each week. "We were born sick," you heard them say it. My church offers no absolutes. She tells me, "Worship in the
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in church. (In church). Which chance?. (Same church). Come here children. The Lord willin' and the creek don't rise. (Ooh ooh ooh). We're gonna be happy, for the rest year of our life. Singin
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in church. (In church). Which chance?. (Same church). Come here children. The Lord willin' and the creek don't rise. (Ooh ooh ooh). We're gonna be happy, for the rest year of our life. Singin
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in church. (In church). Which chance?. (Same church). Come here children. The Lord willin' and the creek don't rise. (Ooh ooh ooh). We're gonna be happy, for the rest year of our life. Singin
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sins, and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Oh, good God, let me give you my life. Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins
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Chorus. Praises To the One Who saves us. Through His blood He gave us life And now we come. Everyone (repeat) More than able Always faithful Friend. Worthy is Your name. Bright and burning You're
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