', lovin' an' laughin' Left me with nothin' left to do but leave That ol' house is in the rear view, ridin' shotgun is her ghost Who says you can't take
I thought I knew what love was like The fairytale, the masquerade You proved me wrong and made me learn In simple terms, take me to the church The dreams
walk on Be yours in our communion Take me to the church, take me to the church of you Take me to the church, take me to the church of you And I'll
Перевод: Nik Kershaw. Take Me To The церкви.
Перевод: Lauren Christy. Take Me To The церкви.
cryin' lovin' and laughin' Left me with nothin' left to do but leave That old house is in the rearview, ridin' shotgun is her ghost Who says you can't take
you walk on Be yours in our communion Take me to the church, take me to the church of you Take me to the church, take me to the church of you And I'
[Verse:] Take, take me back to the place where I first believed You. Take, take me back to the place where I first received You. [Chorus:] One thing
me how im supposed to heal this open wound And tell me who had thought that id be trying to get over you Im stuck in the moment, of memories of me and
at home Under your sheets weepin' in your sleep Like when them bitches start that snitchin', I'm a cut you deep Now take a peep, and tell me what you
running from our eyes And we could breathe the windows down It's a new place that we have found [Chorus] He could take you all the way to church
and smoke the ashes [Chorus: J-Black (repeat 2X)] I see the light at the end But every time I take a step, it gets dim Tell me is this hell we're livin
twelve gauge shotty Uhh, feel me! And God said he should send his one begotten son to lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow me; eat my flesh,
on morning train Well that back back train will take you home Back back train will take you home Take me home Take me home Take me home Take me home
I've been traveling for so long So lost til I stumbled upon Two roads in front of me I had to take my time To the right I could see a church I took a
't point your fingers at me (I am holy) Take a look at yourself When you was sinnin' I was climbing trees Yes we are holy Sinners you don't know me So don't tell me
In a parking lot wind That blows from a tundra Where the jungle begins If there's hope in a roadblock Guns in a church The lord will take his motorcade
