Its like being in loveYou rob your own mindAnd defile your bedYou ignore the fateOf the players whoBoth end up dead And you pretend for usAnd you pretend for themThis fairy tale will make them jealous of you But its not the kindThe kind you talked aboutAnd its just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind She is feeding youAnd you lie with herAnd for the first time your right arm becomes usefulAs you sin with itYou wanna cut it offBut instead you thank God for all of the wrong you do But its not the kindThe kind you talked aboutAnd its just the kind that rips the clothing off your mind She is feeding youAnd you lie with herAnd for the first time your right arm becomes usefulAs you sin with itYou wanna cut it offBut instead you thank God for all of the wrong you do Yeah well then you thought wrong'Cause you can't serve God and moneyYou can serve one or the other You cut the cord todayWith God’s handTo hold yours steadyHe waits for you to apply the pressureThe warmth of His breathWrapped in His wordsAs He repeats His Truth after Truth after Truth after Truth And its just the kindThe kind you talked aboutAnd its just the kindThat clothes your mind with ChristHe is feeding youAnd you know the truthAnd I pray this is the last song I will sing to you And its just the kindThe kind you talk aboutAnd its just the kindThat clothes your mind with ChristHe is feeding youAnd you know the truthAnd I pray this is the last song I will sing to you I’m sorry FatherI’m sorry sisterI’m sorry brotherI’m sorry Father I’m sorry FatherI’m sorry sisterI’m sorry brotherI’m sorry everybody Vice na www.karaoketexty.cz
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