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I feel it in the air
It's in my soul
The Papist digs
The blackest holes
To bury deep
The truth below
I remembered a song
How does it go?

"Give, give, give your money
Take, Take, take your homes
All you have is ours now
You must let go
We worship God alone"



Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Spitzer
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