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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 their 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,
And 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, and give me your lies....
But whisper your love....and I'll whisper MINE.
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