| Not sad enough to watch what’s takin' place
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| Not sellin' off my feelin' to relate
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| But you can name a price; |
| oh, you’re eloquent? |
| That’s nice
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| Praise be on high to fate
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| But God already forgot me
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| Cut off both my hands, changed the locks again, that’s alright
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| 'Cause an angel caught me
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| She pays all my rent, paints the walls and then sings all night
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| All night, all night
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| Gospel can’t compete with her, they don’t shine a light
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| All right, all right, all right, yeah
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| I’ll be good forever, least the rest of my life, all right
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| More friends than I consider in the polls
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| More drinks so we can study different roles
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| A dropout on your hands, no pockets in my pants
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| No problem could be solved, so
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| What’s wrong with her? |
| Not a thing in my head, yeah
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| What’s calling up those memories again?
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| I once was at a loss, the saviour cut me off
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| Before you came along
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| It was God who already forgot me
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| Cut off both my hands, changed the locks again, that’s alright
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| A fuckin' angel caught me
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| She pays all my rent, paints the walls and then sings all night
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| All night, all night, yeah
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| Gospel can’t compete with her, they don’t shine a light
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| All right, all right, all right, yeah
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| I’ll be good forever, least the rest of my life, all right
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| So what? |
| God forgot
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| So what? |
| Carry on
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| So why don’t we get off?
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| I know this place on the next, next block
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| You’re the best that there is on this earth
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| You know what? |
| You know that you are
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| You know what? |
| You know that you are
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| The best that there is on this earth
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| You’re the best that there is on this earth
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| You know what? |
| You know that you are
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| You know what? |
| You know that you are
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| The best that there is on this earth
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| But God already forgot me
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| Cut off both my hands, changed the locks again, that’s alright
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| A fuckin' angel caught me
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| She pays all my rent, paints the walls and then sings all night
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| All night, all night, yeah
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| Gospel can’t compete with her, they don’t shine a light
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| All right, all right, all right, yeah
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| I’ll be good forever, least the rest of my life
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| I’ll be good forever, least the rest of my life, all right
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| Here, Scotty, hear the kick drum?
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| Fuck me! |