We were born sick, you heard them say it My Church offers no absolutes. She tells me, Worship in the bedroom. The only heaven Ill be sent to Is when Im alone with you— I was born sick, But I love it Command me to be well Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen. Take me to church Ill worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies Ill tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
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