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We walk through shadows dressed in denim, Bibles in our back pockets next to sins. Tried the straight and narrow, didn’t fit, Still praying with a cigarette lit. She got a halo made of hair dye, He got a heart, but it’s offline. I got a soul with a few dents, But I still give my last cent. We ain’t clean, but we’re kind. We mess up, but we try. We’re off-brand saints, Holy in the wrong shades. Saving grace in dirty laces, Confessin’ through basslines and bass hits. No gold leaf, just belief. We’re flawed, but we still preach. We text amen, we ghost regret, Still help strangers on the internet. We’re not your icons or martyrs, But we’re light in all this dark, sir. Heaven’s not reserved for the neat. Some of us pray with dirty feet. Off-brand saints, But we show up anyway.
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We walk through shadows dressed in denim, Bibles in our back pockets next to sins. Tried the straight and narrow, didn’t fit, Still praying with a cigarette lit. She got a halo made of hair dye, He got a heart, but it’s offline. I got a soul with a few dents, But I still give my last cent. We ain’t clean, but we’re kind. We mess up, but we try. We’re off-brand saints, Holy in the wrong shades. Saving grace in dirty laces, Confessin’ through basslines and bass hits. No gold leaf, just belief. We’re flawed, but we still preach. We text amen, we ghost regret, Still help strangers on the internet. We’re not your icons or martyrs, But we’re light in all this dark, sir. Heaven’s not reserved for the neat. Some of us pray with dirty feet. Off-brand saints, But we show up anyway.
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