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One more Sunday in Savannah. Hear the whole creation shoutin', "Praise the lord". See them flinging out the banner. While the congregation says, "Amen" One more Sunday in Savannah. Hear the whole
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One more Sunday in Savannah. Hear the whole creation shoutin', 'Praise the Lord'. See them flingin' out the banner. While the congregation says 'Amen'. . Young folks, tendin' Sunday school
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One more. Sunday in Savannah. Hear the whole creation shoutin'. Praise the Lord. See them flinging out the banner. While the congregation says amen. . Young folk. Tendin' Sunday School. They
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try me. . Just one time you've gotta reason. And you end up in a lose. A blind preacher for the pin-eyed congregation. It must be easy to loathe. . Oh but I ain't one to call names. Or throw
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Nostradamus. Nostradamus Tame the beast. They send to kill. The congregation. Never broke my will Nostradamus. Nostradamus He has overcome. He can take the throne Nostradamus, dedication. Nostradamus
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try me. . Just one time you've gotta reason. And you end up in a lose. A blind preacher for the pin-eyed congregation. It must be easy to loathe. . Oh but I ain't one to call names. Or throw
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There were tears in the crowded congregation,. There were hearts that have loved but all in vain,. T'was goodbye to the sweetheart of the nation,. At the wedding of Lili Marlene. Men who'd
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. And you end up in a lose. A blind preacher for the pin-eyed congregation. It must be easy to loathe. . Oh but I ain't one to call names. Or throw stones in a house of glass. You try me. . This
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There were tears in the crowded congregation,. There were hearts that have loved but all in vain,. T'was goodbye to the sweetheart of the nation,. At the wedding of Lili Marlene. Men who'd
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look out on this crazy congregation. The truth is inside we're all the same. So come on all my sisters and my brothers. Let's go walking, walking in the footsteps of our fathers I'm the first to say I
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different human being. And you're never gonna see it again. No, you're never gonna see it. There were drawings on your wall. of places nobody could see. and the congregation heard that you had been
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So you tried to put a fire out. But you used gasoline. And when the congregation gathered 'round. You're screaming, "It wasn't me" So there's a sickness that is going round. But no one's got a
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. Perverse rites. Priests of Sodom preside. We are damned. Praise the gods of sin. Her walls are burning. Grinding the staff of the priest. Sluts grinding the staff of the priest. The congregation. Revel in
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I'm no longer preaching to the converted. That congregation has long ago deserted. All we discovered was even more despair. But we learned how to cope, we learned how not to care And the sun will