The church is near
The soul is willing
The church is near
The soul is willing
But my hands just won't open the door
The church is near
The soul is willing
But my hands just won't open the door
The soul is willing
The church is near
The soul is willing
But my hands just won't open the door
The church is near
The soul is willing
But my hands just won't open the door
In red above the bed
I won't be here to show my regrets
Some more dripping on the floor
I will be gone when punishment reaches my door
Trouble rides a fast horse
It ain't no use bolding the doors.
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