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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lauren Jenkins
Lauren Jenkins
Background Vocals
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Tom Bukovac
Tom Bukovac
Electric Guitar
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass Guitar
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Keyboards
Tim Lauer
Tim Lauer
Keyboards
Fred Eltringham
Fred Eltringham
Drums
Ingrid Andress
Ingrid Andress
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lauren Jenkins
Lauren Jenkins
Composer
Ingrid Andress
Ingrid Andress
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lauren Jenkins
Lauren Jenkins
Producer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Julian Raymond
Julian Raymond
Producer
Kam Luchterhand
Kam Luchterhand
Assistant Recording Engineer
Scott Borchetta
Scott Borchetta
Executive Producer
Howard Willing
Howard Willing
Recording Engineer
Lars Fox
Lars Fox
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You say I'm an angel, and angels don't get low
Baby, you broke my wings, oh, so long ago
I thought it'd make me stronger, I thought we'd make it through
Turns out it just hurts like hell lovin' you
[Chorus]
So, I opened up the Bible, memorized the Book of John
And you washed your hands in holy water
Swearin' all your sins were gone
If there's a cure for bein' pure again, I can't find it anywhere
And I don't wanna hate you
Heaven says I need to forgive you, but I ain't no saint
[Verse 2]
I know that you're sorry, I feel it in your touch
But that don't make me forget all the damage done
[Chorus]
So, I opened up the Bible, memorized the Book of John
And you washed your hands in holy water
Swearin' all your sins were gone
If there's a cure for being pure again, I can't find it anywhere
And I don't wanna hate you
Heaven says I need to forgive you, but I ain't no saint
[Bridge]
I fell from grace, I can't be saved
It's a long way up from here
I fell from grace, I can't be saved
It's a long way up from here
I fell from grace, I can't be saved
It's a long way up from here
I fell from grace, I ain't no saint
It's a long way up from here
[Outro]
So, I opened up the Bible, memorized the Book of John
And you washed your hands in holy water
Swearin' all your sins were gone
If there's a cure for bein' pure again, I can't find it anywhere
And I don't wanna hate you
Heaven says I need to forgive you, but I ain't no saint
Written by: Ingrid Andress, Lauren Jenkins
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