| Sun don’t shine in the middle of November or December
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| Doves don’t chirp in the middle of the night
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| If the son of God came in the form of a bird
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| It wouldn’t ever fly, European sky
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| They say seein' is believin'
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| Well, I don’t see angel nor demon
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| I demand explanation, the pastor says, «For what reason?»
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| Well, pastor, your theory lacks reason, meanin'
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| When I ask Google the question
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| Even Siri lacks speakin', it’s semen
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| The sperm travelin' to the egg makes more sense than
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| Adam and evenings of gospel
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| Your book’s speaketh of birth but don’t speak of the fossils
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| It’s awful how often we argue about these religions
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| What’s right and what’s sinnin', who’s lost and who’s winnin'
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| While the winters of the ones without homes are too chillin'
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| Would hell be a better place? |
| They say it’s warm there
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| They say we all sin, so our people would swarm there
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| There must be a lot of room in Heaven because only a baby is pure
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| So maybe we’re born there
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| Maybe the division of religion would cause us to be torn there
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| Earth is so dirty
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| We come from the dust of the dirt from the Earth
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| Earth is so dirty
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| We’re told not to love worldly things
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| But we come from the dirt of the Earth and the Earth is so worldly
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| As we fidget spin around the sun
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| And the night swallows the day, remember that for some, um
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| Sun don’t shine in the middle of November or December
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| Doves don’t chirp in the middle of the night
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| If the son of God came in the form of a bird
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| It wouldn’t ever fly, European sky
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| Close your eyes |