Close To Gold

And I could not tell by the power of
 The prophet spit fire all through your blood
 If Jesus had brothers like I do here
 Then walking on water is a blissful fear
 The demons and lions bow their heads in shame
 The devil appeared, and the Bible came
 You baptize my grief with a kiss of grace
 Then cut off my ears and I feel no pain
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 The pictures are plagued with amazing grace
 And Mary held liquor, so passionate
 I kill a man, with fists, so he knew me well
 It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey
 It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey
 It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey
 It's like home, hey
 It's like home, hey
 It's like home, it's like home, it's like home, hey
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 I've seen it all
 It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
 It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
 It's gold, it's gold, it's gold
 I've seen it all
 It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
 It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
 It's gold, it's gold, it's gold
 I've seen it all
 It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
 It's poetry, it's poetry, it's close to gold
 It's gold, it's gold, it's gold
 And I could not tell by the power of
 The prophets spit fire all through your blood
 If Jesus had brothers like I do here
 Then walking on water is a blissful fear