Take off those working clothes
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Put on these high heeled shoes
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Don’t want no preacher on the TV baby
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Don’t want to hear the news
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Shut out the world behind us Put on your long black dress
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No one’s ever gonna find us here
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Just leave your hair in a mess
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I’ve been searching long enough
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I begged the moon and the stars above
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For sacred love
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I’ve been up, I’ve been down
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I’ve been lonesome, in this godless town
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You’re my religion, you’re my church
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You’re the holy grail at the end of my search
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Have I been down on my knees for long enough?
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I’ve been searching the planet to find
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Sacred love
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The spirit moves on the water
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She takes the shape of this heavenly daughter
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She’s rising up like a river in flood
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The word got made into flesh and blood
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The sky grew dark, and the earth she shook
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Just like a prophecy in the Holy Book
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Thou shalt not covet, thou shalt not steal
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Thou shalt not doubt that this love is real
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So I got down on my knees and I prayed to the skies
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When I looked up could I trust my eyes?
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All the saints and angels and the stars up above
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They all bowed down to the flower of creation
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Every man every woman
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Every race every nation
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It all comes down to this
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Sacred love
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Don’t need no doctor, don’t need no pills
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I got a cure for the country’s ills
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Here she comes like a river in flood
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The word got made into flesh and blood
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Thou shalt not steal, thou shalt not kill
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But if you don’t love her your best friend will
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All the saints up in heaven and the stars up above
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It all comes down, it all comes down
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It all comes down to love,
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Take off your working clothes
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Put on your long black dress
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And your high heeled shoes
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Just leave your hair in a mess
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I’ve been thinking 'bout religion
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I’ve been thinking 'bout the things that we believe
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I’ve been thinking 'bout the Bible
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I’ve been thinking 'bout Adam and Eve
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I’ve been thinking 'bout the garden
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I’ve been thinking 'bout the tree of knowledge, and the tree of life
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I’ve been thinking 'bout forbidden fruit
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I’ve been thinking 'bout a man and his wife
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I been thinking 'bout, thinking 'bout
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Sacred love, sacred loveЂ¦ |