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[Verse 1]
And I could not tell by the power of
The prophets spit fire all through your blood
If Jesus had brothers like I do him
Then walking on water is a place for fear

[Verse 2]
The demons and lions bow their heads in shame
The devil appeared in the bible camp
You baptized my grief with a kiss of grace
Then cut off my ears and I feel the pain

[Verse 3]
The pictures are plagued with amazing grace
And Mary had liquor, so passionate
I kill a man with fists so he knew me well

[Chorus 1]
It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey
It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey
It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey
It's like home, hey
It's like home, hey
It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey

[Chorus 2]
I've seen it all
His poetry, his poetry, is close to gold
It's poetry, his poetry, is close to gold
It's gold, it's gold, it's gold

I've seen it all
His poetry, his poetry, is close to gold
It's poetry, his poetry, is close to gold
It's gold, it's gold, it's gold

I've seen it all
His poetry, his poetry, is close to gold
It's poetry, his poetry, is close to gold
It's gold, it's gold, it's gold

[Verse 1]
And I could not tell by the power of
The prophets spit fire all through your blood
If Jesus had brothers like I do him
Then walking on water is a place for fear



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