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A friend of Pat Robertson says I'm going to hell for falling in love as far as I can tell Something 'bout miracles and wishing wells and saving babies
I don't know anything 'bout casting spells or dropping bombs on big hotels I don't know anyone who buys and sells Who isn't crazy?
A friend of Pat Robertson says I'm going to pay for hands without purpose, words I won't say Somethin' 'bout listening and Judgement Day and Devil's play-thing
A friend of Pat Robertson says I'm going to die for talking to a junkie with his shoes untied Something 'bout sinners with the wrong alibi and being lazy
I don't know nothin' about the size of heaven Do they make room for the lost birds of the seven seas? Angels keep staring at the television Who isn't crazy?
A friend of Pat Robertson says I'm going to hell
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