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Give us this day our daily dose of faux affliction
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Forgive our sins
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Forged at the pulpit with forked tongues selling false sermons
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'Cause I am a new wave gospel sharp, and you'll be thy witness
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So gentlemen, if you're gonna preach
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Then for God sakes preach with conviction
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Strike up the band
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Whoa, the conductor is beckoning
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Come congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it
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No, don't you get it don't you get it? Now don't you move
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Strike up the band
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Whoa, the conductor is beckoning
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Come congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it
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No, don't you get it don't you get it? Now don't you move
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Just stay where I can see you
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Douse the lights
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We sure are in for a show tonight
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In this little number, we are graced by two displays of character
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We've got: the gunslinger extraordinaire, a walking contradiction
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And I for one can see no blood
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From the hearts and the wrists you allegedly slit
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And I for one won't stand for this
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If the scene were a parish, you'd all be condemned
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Strike up the band
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Whoa, the conductor is beckoning
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Come congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it
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No, don't you get it don't you get it? Now don't you move
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Strike up the band
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Whoa, the conductor is beckoning
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Come congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it
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No, don't you get it don't you get it? Now don't you, don't you move
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Just stay where I can see you
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Douse the lights
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We sure are in for a show tonight
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Just stay where I can see you
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Douse the lights
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We sure are in for a show tonight
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Just stay where I can see you
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Douse the lights
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Strike up the band
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Whoa, the conductor is beckoning
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Come congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it
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No, don't you get it, don't you get it? Now don't you move
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Strike up the band
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Whoa, the conductor is beckoning
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Come congregation, and let's sing it like you mean it
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No, don't you get it don't you get it? Now don't you move
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Don't you move
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Don't you move
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Strike up the band
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________________________________________
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Name I Constantly Thank God For Esteban
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Artist Panic! At The Disco
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Album A Fever You Can't Sweat Out
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