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I aint no superboy |
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no I aint no yankee son |
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I aint what you've been looking for |
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I aint your chosen one |
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I got no one to throw this at |
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for to blame my sin |
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for comin' home my flask in hand |
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a mouth full of fiery hell |
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this is my confessionary hymn |
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I cannot save you my wretched soul |
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you got this thing all wrong |
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lyin' here up on my jail cell bed |
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has got me etchin' down this song |
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how could a man such as I |
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kill a man like him |
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without a second thought of mind |
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I love my wife,well,too damn much |
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to see her with a man of his kind |
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this is my confessionary hymn |
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la da da da da... |
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Well I aint no, no superboy |
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no I aint your yankee son |
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I aint what youve been looking for |
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I aint your chosen one |
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Well my day is close |
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it's my fault I suppose |
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I got that mans' blood on my hands |
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so light your fires my dear |
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prison calls |
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this is the day all my pain will end |
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this is my confessionary hymn |
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la da da da da... |
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Don't you cry my angel had to be the sinners' blood |
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please go on and forget my fate,forget my love |
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please lay me down in my,my mother earth,for this sin |
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and when you pass there upon my grave,dont forget.. |
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my confessionary hymn |
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la da da da da... |
