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I sacrificed my wrist to annul the long, wood faces I would have knownAll that you ever wanted, your friends or lonely places I would have knownI went to the church; I fell on my kneesAnd a truceI felt a lonely callingI felt a lonely buzzAnd I want to knowAnd I went back to somethingIn all this fearful comfortI went to the church; I fell on my kneesAnd a truce for you to part withI went to the church; I fell on my kneesAnd a truce for you to part withIf I go back to the bottom with youAnd I fell, it's not the same, you would knowOhhhWould your father take it hard?Would your father take you out?AhhhI went to the church; I fell on my kneesAnd a truce for you to part withI went to the church; I fell on my kneesAnd a truce for you to part with From Letras Mania