dear preacher, thanks for making time for me today
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hope you don't mind if i hide behind the curtain
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it's been fifteen years since my last confession
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by your good book's standards, i've sinned like a champion
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but that book seems a tad bit out-dated
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please forgive me, for questioning divinity
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it's an ugly job, but i think i'm up for it
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i'm not saying who's right
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i'm just saying there's more than one way
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to skin a religion
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there's more than one way
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to explain our existence
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reverend, sir, i don't want to seem malevolent
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my teenage angst is far behind me
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but father, certainly it's troubling to see
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all these people kneeling, instead of dealing
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with the fact that we are all we have
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so, rise up! rise up!
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there's no one to worship!
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but plenty of life to lose!
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i'm not saying "let's burn down the church"
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but do you want to hear my confession?
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it's my greatest sin..
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okay, here it is:
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i wasted half my life on the thought that i'd live forever!
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i wasn't raised, to seize the day, but to work and worship
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'cause "he that liveth and believeth" supposedly never dies
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rise up! rise up!
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and live a full life!
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'cause when it's over, it's done
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so rise up! rise up!
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dance and scream and love!
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[barely audible outro]
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you're not the chosen one
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and i'm not the chosen one
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Rise Up!! Rise Up!!
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