Lyrics
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I, I prefer your love
To Jesus
Little baby on your knees
Cause the world has got you down
Name-tagged tourists, sick at the sight of them
Tight-walking the sidewalk in spite of them
As my headache moves from east to west
Mother, won't you open your arms and
Forgive me of all these bad thoughts
I'm blinded to the faces in the fog
But all the good in me is because of you
It's true
