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I was holding an invitationto meet some dangeraround the corner from an evil love affair
Something told me feet get treadto be moving 'cause
I felt like I weren't going anywhere
I took a walk past the church houseof my familythe one that left me feeling solo and for dead
I was sickly with all those ghostsfloating in my bottleso I poured them in the pavement and I said
If Jesus is coming, he better come on
If Jesus is coming, he better come on'cause I'm tired of running
I'll get what's comingdown at the altar of my youth
I snuck in through the oak doorsof the chapeland I lay my weary body on the pewred crushed velvet 'neath my halo
I was ready to see his faceand I tell him exactlywhat he could do
The sun came shining throughthe stained glass.I must've fallen fast asleepthrough the nightthen something told mefeet get ready to be moving'cause I felt like sheddingsome of the light
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