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I hear a lot about sinners Don't think that I'll be a saint But I might go down to the river, uh 'Cause the way that the sky opens up when we touch Yeah, it's makin' me say That the way you hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me Feels so holy, holy, holy, holy, holy On God Runnin' to the altar […]
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