Aha
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Uhm
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1-2
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[Verse 1: Macklemore]
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Round here they sing broken hymns
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They prayers flow better when they're soaked in gin
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The amp's dusty and sits in the corner
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By bartender that¡¯ll pickpocket your heart
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And a jukebox that¡¯ll steal your quarter
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Bartender, please give me a confession
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Exchange fear for courage in the form of a well drink
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There¡¯s a heavy current, got a long way to swim
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Closed the Bible a while ago, I need some shots for this sin
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Hail Mary, come with me, feel like Pac when it hits
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Got some fire in my belly and a riot in the gut
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Bushmills for a band-aid, the sweet taste of blood
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Then I might actually feel something if I don¡¯t cover it up
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Watch their faces, familiar places
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Even if they haven¡¯t left the vinyl booth that they stayed in
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The motel next door, a sign that reads vacant
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And a truth that¡¯s so strong I¡¯d be a fool not to chase it
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But yea, I¡¯m a fool and I stay here
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Hope these problems bail themselves, I die in wait here
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One more, four more, fuck it a night cap
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Service starts at 5 tomorrow and I¡¯ll be right back
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[Hook: Allen Stone]
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Underneath this fragile frame
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Lives a battle between pride and shame
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But I¡¯ve misplaced that sense of fright
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This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine
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But listen closely as I testify
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Dependency has been a thief at night
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Thief at night, thief at night
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[Verse 2: Macklemore]
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I read the Bible but I forgot the verses
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The liquor store is open later than the churches
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Pure by their imperfections, everything is burning
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To hell with the confessions, oh the Lord immerses
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Blessed in holy water, the sin of Holy Father
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Have you ever smelled bless that smells atmonic vodka
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11 AM in the morning and you can¡¯t get it off yet
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Comment to the preacher but it¡¯s like the pastor isn¡¯t talking
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Until the store opens I can read up on that doctrine
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The people close to me say I¡¯m in need of a doctor
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Think that I got a problem but these are not apostles
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This the drink of the Lord, that¡¯s according to my gospel
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Open to interpretation, if you¡¯re judging it I don¡¯t want it
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I got tins that scole like my throat when I hit the bottle
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And I¡¯m sinking and that¡¯s why I keep on drinking
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I need a refill, bar more than once every weekend
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Sweet Jesus, I¡¯m getting amnesia
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Shaking til I¡¯d get a taste, my faith is having seizures
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Every time I walk away and try to leave it
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Every time I walk away and try to leave it
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[Bridge: Macklemore]
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Wouldn¡¯t miss it for the world
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Baptized in my vices and the bar is my church
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Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel
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Spend it all searching for God at the Neon Cathedral
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[Bridge: Macklemore]
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Wouldn¡¯t miss it for the world
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Baptized my vices and the bar is my church
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Traded my artist and I pawned off the easel
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Spend it all searching for God, Neon Cathedral
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Neon Cathedral
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[Hook: Allen Stone]
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Underneath this fragile frame
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Lives a battle between pride and shame
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But I¡¯ve misplaced that sense of fight
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This crown of thorns is perched atop my spine
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But listen closely as I testify
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Dependency has been a thief at night
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Thief at night, thief at night
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Dependency has been a thief at night
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Thief at night, thief at night
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Dependency has been a thief at night
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Thief at night, thief at night
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Neon Cathedral
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Macklemore |