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God you made the world all wrong, I'm so ugly; he's so fine. |
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I would love her my life long, but she never would be mine. |
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Now he owns her heart and soul, without giving her a thing. |
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And she thinks he'll make her whole, with the love she thinks he'll bring. |
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She will lie down at his touch, and believe his lies with pride. |
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It's his face she loves so much, she can't see what's deep inside. |
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God you made the world all wrong, he's so rich; and I'm so poor. |
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He will make her life a song; he will give her nothing more. |
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God you made the world all wrong, let her have her shining knight. |
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Beauty to the rich belongs, not to us outside the light. |
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I am just an ugly stain that the world just wants to hide. |
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God you gave me so much pain, were you ever on my side? |
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God you made the world all wrong, I have nothing; he has all. |
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But I'll tell her all along he won't be there is she falls. |
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He was born to silk and lace, to make love and to make war. |
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I was born without a face; God, what did you make me for? |
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Tell me what side god is on, those whose silver buys the host? |
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Or those who pray to god alone, day and night, this Holy Ghost. |
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Can this Jesus we adore save his blessing only for. |
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Those three kings of gold and myrrh, and leave the shepherds at the door? |
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God you made the world so wrong, I'm so ugly; he's so fine. |
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I will love her my life long. |
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But she never will be mine. |
