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Holy Roller sits in the garden we fled Blood into wine, take my body instead Holy Roller sits in the garden we fled Blood into wine, take my body instead Holy Roller Stand To the left of me In paradise Holy Ghosts will Born of blood In seraphim To grip the Nazarene Crown of God You wear it thin To come and rapture me Holy Roller sits in the garden we fled Blood into wine, take my body instead Holy Roller sits in the garden we fled Blood into wine, take my body instead Stand To the left of me In paradise Holy Ghosts will Fade Into oblivion Like a blade Falling slowly Curse the holy down And when I die, you won't pray for me That's when I learn to Cut my ties And when I die, you won't pray for me That's when I learn to Cut my ties Stand To the left of me In paradise Holy Ghosts will Fade Into oblivion Like a blade Falling slowly