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Oh little sinner

Hit your sinner’s road

No more debts over here

No more bless no more

Hit your road sinner

Wherever you can run to, son

Pain is kind of the mirror

Of what your soul can ransom

Where are you going to hide, boy

If the sun decides to rise

Where are you going to draw joy

If there’re no deeds to earn pride

Where are you going to run to

If there is no way home

Where are you going to fly to

Being under the dome

What are you going to live for

From the birth which you’re bound to

The righteous or bible whore

In the end They have the same route