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After Sunday you stink of hypocrisy Please don't waste your breath preaching to me To me it's one big joke as you line up for the punch line Wearing your see through clothes and flaunting your plastered eyes Keep funding your guilt as I kick back and criticize Pockets full of change I wound not spare a dime
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
Church Goers
After Sunday you stink of hypocrisy Please don't waste your breath preaching to me To me it's one big joke as you line up for the punch line Wearing your see through clothes and flaunting your plastered eyes Keep funding your guilt as I kick back and criticize Pockets full of change I wound not spare a dime
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC
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