God’s Graces

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The party is dying a slow, painful death
I’m dressed in a Slayer t-shirt, my Sunday best
And heaven it seems like a childhood memory
Of a cruel joke

Put on your coat, say your goodbyes
I hear that it’s nice, but haven’t been outside
The gravity of the situation has a way of bringing me
to my knees

If I was in God’s Graces
If I was in God’s Graces
If I was in God’s Graces
He’d be flying tonight

I’ve been one for throwing in the towel
I’ve gotten used to the idea he’s no where to be found
I’d have a thing or two to say if he were here right now
Doesn’t matter, faith has no face, wears no crown

The cans are thrown out and the last dish is clean
It was one hell of a party, we were one hell of a team
And heaven it seems like a pyramid scheme
From a close friend

If I was in God’s Graces
If I was in God’s Graces
If I was in God’s Graces
He’d be flying tonight

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