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[Verse 1]
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Tonight in the line of the merchandise store
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While they were packing up my bags
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I saw the pictures of the prophets of the picket signs
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Screaming, "God hates fags"

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And it feels like the church isn't anything more
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Then the second coming of the Pharisees, yah
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Scrubbing each other 'til their tombs are white
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They chisel epitaphs of piety


[Prechorus]
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Oh, there's a burning down inside of me
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'Cause the battle seems so lost
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And it's raging on so silently
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We forget it's being fought


[Chorus]
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So, Amen
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Come, Lord Jesus
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Amen
     E
Oh, Amen
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Please come Lord Jesus
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Amen


[Verse 2]
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It's taken me years in the race just to get this far
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Still there is no end in sight
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There's no end in sight
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'Cause I've carried my cross into dens of the wicked
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And you know I blended in just fine

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Well, I'm weak and I'm weary of breaking His heart
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With they cycle of my sin, of my sin
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Still He turns His face to me and I kiss it
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Just to betray Him once again


[Prechorus]
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Well, I've got oceans down inside of me
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I can feel the billows roll
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With the mercy that comes thundering
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O'er the waters of my soul


[Chorus]
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So I say, Amen
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Come, Lord Jesus
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Amen
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Oh, Amen
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So Come, Lord Jesus
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Amen


[Verse 3]
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Tonight in the light of the gathering rain
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I could hear creation groan
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And a sigh rose up from the streets of the city
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To the foot of Heaven's throne

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Oh, and the people hear the sound of a sweet refrain
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An absolution in the fray, in the fray
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It tells of the death of the one for the lives of the many
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More than any picket sign could say


[Chorus]
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So, Amen
             E
Come, Lord Jesus
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Amen
      E
Oh, Amen
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So come, Lord Jesus
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Amen
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Oh, Amen
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Come, Lord Jesus
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Amen
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Please Come, Lord Jesus
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Amen
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Come, Lord Jesus
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Amen