[i]His favourite days were the mornings she came
With confessions of cardinal sin
A beast in the business of selling forgiveness
Dead eyes on a treacherous grin!
And he laps up the vice like a wolf in the night 
He's the left hand of God on the stage
Yet with one hand he offers salvation to lovers
The other he taketh away! 

So give me your fire, give me your fear
Give me your faith when love gives you tears
Give me your heart, give me your fate
Give me your hand when love gives you hate
Give me your prayers up on your feet
And I'll give you a show, if it helps fill the seats
So give me your sins, give me your lies
But whisper your love, and I'll whisper mine
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