| Look at your life, my father, what have you done?
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| In sixty years of living in shame and steady being on the run
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| And what you tell your sons and daughters, what do you fear?
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| I know who will hear your prayer when the end is near
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| They’re calling you a sinner
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| Since the day you’re born
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| And wrote it in your mind
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| But still you got a chance to turn or live a lie
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| What about you mother, why were you weeping every night?
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| Thought it kept you on the tracks, always been by your side
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| the things that you’ve been dreaming of?
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| And where could you have been without your celestial one
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| They’re calling you a sinner
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| Since the day you’re born
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| And wrote it in your mind
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| But still you got a chance to turn or live a lie
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| Come on!
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| You enter this holy house
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| Feel safe from the one below
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| But are you really pure in the eyes of your God?
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| Or is it just another show
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| Let me read your mind
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| See the bottom of your soul
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| You’ve never been a sinner, baby, and that’s the only one
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| The world, it won’t be shaking and burning on that day when you’re gone
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| You’ll never see the things that you’ve been dreaming of
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| As long as you are bound to all these empty words
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| They’re calling you a sinner
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| Since the day you’re born
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| And wrote it in your mind
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| But still you got a chance to turn or live a lie |