She told me that I don't believe in Jesus anymore
And I swore to her she was wrong, but sometimes right
After all our confusion and all of our strife
Yet I'd do anything to have her back in my arms tonight
She said she was a good girl and it was all my fault
But she never seemed to mind getting off in the dark
From turning down the lights, taking off her clothes
'Cause Jesus didn't seem to be in sight or anywhere near home
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She told me that I don't believe in Jesus anymore
That I'm not the man she feel for when I came into her world
Yet Gaudy is the Godly when it's all for show
And humbled is the broken man when he reaps what he has sown
And I'm not the godliest man I know
And I know that you believe everything that you've been told
So I told you all my questions
I told you all my pain
I told you all the struggles
All the fears of this faith
And you said that wasn't good enough and I would have to change
'Cause an honest man of mine will sit through church everyday
And children may be starving
And the world may be on fire
But Sundays ain't for nothing more
Than your finest, your finest attire
She told me that I don't believe in Jesus anymore
Sometimes, the only thing that I believe is her
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