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Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray
But all the hip kids said you're running away
You got egg on your face
But the faithful keep washing your feet
Wish it was simple but it's trouble to say
'Cause nobody believes that there's a debt to be paid
For the things that come easy day after day, week after week
I am a champion of wine
You're the bread on my tongue
I am the last one in line
The prodigal
I am a champion of wine
You're the bread on my tongue
I am the last one in line
The prodigal son
Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray
But Lord, I've been so busy and I've kept you away
I got egg on my face
So I hide away where no one can see
Wish it was simple but it's trouble to say
'Cause nobody believes that there's a debt to be paid
For the things that come easy day after day, week after week
I am a champion of wine
You're the bread on my tongue
I am the last one in line
The prodigal son
I am a champion of wine
You're the bread on my tongue
I am the last one in line
The prodigal
Sweet Jesus, I was coming to pray
But all the hip kids said you're running away
You got egg on your face
But the faithful keep washing your feet
Wish it was simple but it's trouble to say
'Cause nobody believes that there's a debt to be paid
For the things that come easy day after day, week after week
(The prodigal)
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