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And I could not tell by the power of
The prophet spit fire all through your blood
If Jesus had brothers like I do him
Then walking on water is a place for fear

The demons and lions bow their heads in shame
The devil appeared and the bible came
You baptized my grief with a kiss of grace
They cut off my ears and I feel the pain

The pictures are plagued with amazing grace
And Mary had liquor so passionate
I kill a man with fists, oh knew me well

It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey
It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey
It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey
It's like home, hey
It's like home, hey
It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey

I should've known it's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
It's gold, it's gold, it's gold

I should've known it's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
It's gold, it's gold, it's gold

I should've known it's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
It's gold, it's gold, it's gold

And I could not tell by the power of
The prophet spit fire all through your blood
If Jesus had brothers like I do him
Then walking on water is a place for fear

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