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The flames been dwindling down since the fire started The light they talk about ain't seem as bright these days no Church pews made 'a worn down wood are holding you so still The writings the pulpit ain't enough for this hole to fill no The Sunday breakfast served a bunch of gossip from the preachers The old widow'ed woman's busy looking for the truth Well I backslid a couple thousand times nothing seems to change Pull the blinds back a little bit and you'll see everyone's the same whoa Cause I been losing faith since I had it I bet that's hard for you to imagine since you live a perfect sinless life And I been down some dead end roads I climb a mountain still feel low and there you stand With bloody hands and your head held high I thought the deacons had the burden of acting decent So why the hell did half of them go and cheat on all their wives? This ain't no way of living that I am very fond of Practice what you preach and maybe my soul ain't too far gone Cause I been losing faith since I had it I bet that's hard for you to imagine since you live a perfect sinless life And I been down some dead end roads I climb a mountain still feel low and there you stand With bloody hands and your head held high Letras de canciones I ain't like you I'll never be At least that's what you want the whole world to believe Cause your holy image is more important than the truth Well maybe all those bible verse captions will end up saving you Cause I been losing faith since I had it I bet that's hard for you to imagine since you live a perfect sinless life And I been down some dead end roads I climb a mountain still feel low and there you stand With bloody hands and your head held high You're head held high From Letras Mania