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everyone come together |
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making no kind of sense |
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and these thoughts that i cling to |
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they're going to harm my defence |
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i'll throw rocks at the devil with my faith wearing thin |
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but i won't scream down st peter when he don't let me in |
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i will work like a pack horse |
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every hour of the day |
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i will drink like a preacher |
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oh make these spirits go away |
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i will sing like an angel with an ear for a sin |
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but i won't scream down st peter when he don't let me in |
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so when i'm gone will you miss me? |
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yes i'm sure that you will |
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when i'm far from the terror |
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and the lies and the kill |
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but there is nothing so deadly as the forces of right |
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or some fool with a shotgun in a house painted white |
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so ain't it hard now my brother |
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to try and do what you should |
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when the shameless and the wicked |
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they dress the same as the good |
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my intentions are honest though my chances are slim |
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so i won't scream down st peter when he don't let me in |
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so everyone come together |
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making no kind of sense |
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and these words that i cling to |
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can only harm my defence |
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i've embraced imperfection it's alright not to win |
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but i won't scream down st peter when he don't let me in |
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i won't scream down st peter when he don't let me in |
