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Allison Russell
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Ganessa James
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Megan McCormick
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Joy Clark
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Yissy Garcia Calzadilla
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Hozier
Hozier
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Allison Russell
Allison Russell
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William Garrett
William Garrett
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Carl Bespolka
Carl Bespolka
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Oscar Zambrano
Oscar Zambrano
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Megan McCormick
Megan McCormick
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My lover's got humour, she's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval, should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's gettin' more bleak, a fresh poison each week
We were born sick, you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it, command me to be well
Amen, amen, amen, amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Oh, good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Oh, good God, let me give you my life
If I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight
To keep the goddess on my side, she demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea, get somethin' shiny
Somethin' meaty for the main course
That's a fine lookin' high horse, what you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starvin' faithful
That looks tasty, that looks plenty, this is hungry work
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins, so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Oh, good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins, so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Oh, good God, let me give you my life
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human, only then I am clean
Oh-oh, a-, amen, amen, amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Oh, good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Oh, good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Oh, good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Written by: Andrew Hozier-Byrne, Hozier

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