| I heard a call in my sleep again; |
| I brought my body to the altar
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| But a good man said that I raised the dead
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| I’m seeing forgotten forms from a different age
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| Half-hearted truths hanging in the air with the Holy Ghost
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| I’m singing hymns with the devil in confessional
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| I’ve been running through the night again
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| Trying to find where the wild things wouldn’t go
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| But I’m keeping it in
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| Hate the sinner, never hate the sin
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| I keep waking in the strangest states, and drawing lines around my body
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| To recall my place; |
| I feel the heat of a thousand breaths upon my neck
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| And the gaze of a thousand eyes burning holes into my back
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| And now I’m stuck between alive and after
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| I’ve been running through the night again
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| Trying to find where the wild things wouldn’t go
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| But I’m keeping it in
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| Hate the sinner, never hate the sin
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| I’ve been searching for a remedy
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| Hands to guide where the shadows never show
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| I’ll never know
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| I keep looking for a quicker fix
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| But I’m afraid of finding what it is
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| I know that I just need a quicker fix
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| Hate the sinner, not the sin
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| I keep looking for a quicker fix, but
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| I wouldn’t know just what to do with it
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| Hate the sinner, not the sin!
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| I’ve been running through the night again
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| Trying to find where the wild things wouldn’t go
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| But I’m keeping it in
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| Hate the sinner, never hate the sin
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| I’ve been searching for a remedy
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| Hands to guide where the shadows never show
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| I’ll never know |