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Soft spoken little girl
You’re a long, long way from home
And you look lost
When your house touched down
You must have been a little worried
Cause the witches were all pretty
And the ground was soft
No religion, no religion, none
Just a bunch of stories we are
Just a bunch of stories we are
One religion, one religion, one
Kiss me, I’ve been telling stories, too
Kiss me, I’ve been telling stories to you
I’m the curtain,
You’re the girl to pull me open
I’ll send you home with promises
And fairy tales of hopin
Some religion, some religion, some
Some man’s glory
Is a Hollywood allegory
We pray for the end to be good
Nudge me in the morning
Sorry if I was snoring
But I was dreaming
Of an Enchanted Wood
Talking crows and your panty hoes
Sliding down a long, long road
To where the old folks go
When the story’s over
And it’s just a couple people
Lying naked in a heaven
That feels like home
Come religion, come religion, come
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