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Vintage Café - Lounge & Jazz Blends (Special Selection), Vol. 17
01. I Fall Apart
02. Love You Inside Out
03. Talking in Your Sleep (Bossa Nova Mix)
04. Suedehead
05. Mistake Number 3
06. Slave to Love
07. Fortunate Son
08. Wonderful Life
09. Live to Tell
10. I Like You
11. You Get What You Give
12. Just a Girl
13. Take Me to Church
14. I Put a Spell on You
15. Got to Leave
16. Smooth Operator
17. Roads
18. Falling
19. Yummy
20. One of Us
21. There She Goes
22. Sunday Morning (Bossa Nova Mix)
23. Dance Monkey
24. Road
25. When the Party's Over
My love has got a humor
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I once worshipped her sooner (sooner)
If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week

We were born sick
You heard them say it

My church offers no absolutes
She tells me "Worship in the bedroom"
The only Heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you

I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

If I'm pickin' at the good times
My love will see the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea
Get some shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine lookin' high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starvin' faithful
That looks tasty, that looks plenty
This is hungry work

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

No Masters or Kings when the Ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil and that sad, lovely scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Oh, oh

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Amen