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There's a Bible by my hotel bed |
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Inside it somewhere |
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Is a story, a story that said |
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Somebody cares |
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But we've got to be twice as mean |
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Just to get around |
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They're kicking you and me |
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While we're on the ground |
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Down fall the good guys, one by one |
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They never say what they mean |
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Each day is harder when you trust no one |
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I'm a prisoner of dreams |
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But we've got to be twice as mean |
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Just to get around |
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They're kicking you and me |
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While we're on the ground |
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I know that only angels have wings |
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A straight answer is like a kiss on the lips |
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But there are none it seems |
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No kisses, just angles and tricks |
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It's a tragedy |
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That we've got to be twice as mean |
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Just to get around |
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They're kicking you and me |
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While we're on the ground |
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I know that only angels have wings |
