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church in my backyard every ******* sunday those bells woke me up consume the minds of over half the worlds population ***** their knees for you become vulnerable easier target to kick in the stomach i'll leave you bleeding in the confession booth and your last words will still be "help me God"
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
christianity
church in my backyard every ******* sunday those bells woke me up consume the minds of over half the worlds population ***** their knees for you become vulnerable easier target to kick in the stomach i'll leave you bleeding in the confession booth and your last words will still be "help me God"
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
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