My eyes are dry,
My faith is old
My heart is hard,
My prayers are cold
And I know how I ought to be
Alive to you and dead to me
I am a whore I do confess
But I put you on like a wedding dress
and i run down the aisle
I'm a prodigal with no way home
But I put you on like a ring of gold
and I run down the aisle,
I run down the aisle to you
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