You left your Bible on the dresser
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So I put it in the drawer
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'Cause I can't seem to talk to God without yelling anymore
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And when I sit at your piano
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I can almost hear those hymns
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The keys are just collecting dust
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But I can't close the lid
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You left my heart as empty
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As a Monday morning church
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It used to be so full of faith and now it only hurts
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And I can hear the devil whisper
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"Things are only getting worse"
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You left my heart as empty
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As a Monday morning church
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The preacher came by Sunday
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Said he missed me at the service
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He told me Jesus loves me
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But I'm not sure I deserve it
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'Cause the faithful man that you loved
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Is nowhere to be found
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Since they took all that he believed
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And laid it in the ground
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[Repeat chorus]
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I still believe in Heaven
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And I'm sure you've made it there
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But as for me without your love, girl
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I don't have a prayer
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[Repeat chorus]
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You left your Bible on the dresser
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So I put it in the drawer
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Monday Morning Church
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| Alan Jackson |
