| L-O-
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| -Y-S. |
| Lord, why do You
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| Love me? |
| I don’t even
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| Love me, doing things for-
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| -bidden, giving in to
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| Temptation, murdering Your
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| Creations, breaking bread with
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| Satan. |
| My soul feels so
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| Cold—I mean hot—it's both at one
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| Time. |
| I’m dancing with the
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| Devil, music feels so
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| Evil, records stole from
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| Heaven, they say, «Don't touch»
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| But I want them so much
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| All are instru-
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| -mental. |
| Therefore, all I
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| Had to do was sit and write the
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| Words
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| Always loved me when I cursed You
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| Believed in me when I didn’t believe in You
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| Refused, You held me tight with arms when I died
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| Genuine frozen tears You cried
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| Holy water brought me back to life
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| Breath for life, the will to strive
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| That’s lies—only the strong survive
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| Ones stronger than me rest in their grave
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| Laid bricks down, the way they paved
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| Take it from here, but me You save
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| I’m a bad seed, Lord. |
| I didn’t behave
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| Not caring about life, didn’t even try
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| Sick of it all, just want to die
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| Request denied, You still get really
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| I expected more from the bullets that filled me
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| Ignorant, mad You didn’t kill me
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| Lord, L-O-
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| -Y-S. |
| Lord, why do You
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| Love me? |
| I don’t even
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| Love me, doing things for-
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| -bidden, giving in to
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| Temptation, murdering Your
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| Creations, breaking bread with
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| Satan. |
| My soul feels so
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| Cold—I mean hot—it's both at one
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| Time. |
| I’m dancing with the
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| Devil, music feels so
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| Evil, records stole from
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| Heaven, they say, «Don't touch»
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| But I want them so much
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| All are instru-
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| -mental. |
| Therefore, all I
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| Had to do was sit and write the
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| Words
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| Ears covered with sins. |
| Now stressed, I kill
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| Eyes open with my blood to spill
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| Pure hell watching my brother get slain
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| It pained. |
| On my face was his brains
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| Bloodstains. |
| You took him away, awareness stays. |
| I start
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| To bug out and pull them plugs out
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| Time goes on. |
| You blessed me, my friend
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| Resurrection. |
| I’ll walk the earth again
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| L-O-
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| -Y-S. |
| Lord, why do You
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| Love me? |
| I don’t even
|
| Love me, doing things for-
|
| -bidden, giving in to
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| Temptation, murdering Your
|
| Creations, breaking bread with
|
| Satan. |
| My soul feels so
|
| Cold—I mean hot—it's both at one
|
| Time. |
| I’m dancing with the
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| Devil, music feels so
|
| Evil, records stole from
|
| Heaven, they say, «Don't touch»
|
| But I want them so much
|
| All are instru-
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| -mental. |
| Therefore, all I
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| Had to do was sit and write the… |