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If you're gay and over eighty five
And you've felt for your whole life
That when God made you, he just messed up
If you've been raised a southern belle
Born and bred for show and tell
But you lie down feeling never good enough

I'm so sorry
For how it's been
We're broken artists
With broken pens
We paint our pride
And call it truth
I'm sorry no one explained Jesus to you

If you've heard a knock on your front door
But all that you found on the porch
Was a pastor that just wanted to be right
If you really want to pray to Him,
But you're never sure He's listening
Cause who could forgive what you did last night

I'm so sorry
For how it's been
We're broken poets
With silly words
We paint agendas
And call it truth
I'm sorry no one explained Jesus to you

Oh
Can't you feel Him in the room
Oh
All He wants is you

I'm so sorry
For all the wrong
We're broken singers
With broken songs
We paint our pride
And call it truth
I'm sorry no one explained Jesus to you
I'm sorry no one explained Jesus to you
I'm sorry no one explained Jesus to you

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