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I'm In Your Church At Night
Climb the fence and in thru the side doorpast the sarcophagi laid down on the dirt floorthere we were holding handssinging thru the hole in the ceiling into the heavensi'm in your church at nightsinging, hallelujah at the top of my lungsno one spoke as our voices rosestars were shining and so were our soulsbut now its just memory burnt in my brainthe power that we felt that night will never be explainedim in your church at nightsinging, hallelujah at the top of my lungs
From Letras Mania