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Write me down as heavenless,
Or don’t include me on your list.
Son of God and Son of Man,
Crouched and writing in the sand.

You’ll be dead by thirty-three,
Disciples laughing as you bleed,
And those you called but never chose,
Flipping quarters for your clothes.

But god, I don’t know which is worst:
That my prayers were rehearsed,
That I’m covered in dirt, or
That I was hung over in church,
and my voice was the worst,
and I forgot all the words.
I’ll only love you ‘til it hurts.
I’ll only love you ‘til it hurts.

Making love in your backseat,
Drunk and stupidly at peace.
Think I remember getting dressed;
My mind’s kept hidden all the rest.

And Man was born from Woman’s rib:
They changed that detail for the film.
The stumbling block you’ve always known
Has now become the cornerstone.

But all I know I had to learn,
But the river turned
Into blood and dirt,
And I was hung over in church.
And my whole family burned,
And I was caught at my worst,
When the Son of God returned.
I’ll only love you ‘til it hurts.
I’ll only love you ‘til it hurts.

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