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Saint with holly stings |
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Halo and angel wings. |
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Light! The masquerade begins. |
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You are ideal hailed |
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The code that has prevailed, |
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The judge to blame me of my sins. |
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Why do you chase me? |
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Why d'you disgrace me? |
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Why want to see me hurt? |
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Or you see in me your mockingbird? |
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You are the one who is always on right side, |
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You are the one who is always the wise guide, |
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You are the judge who has right to accuse me, |
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You are the god to behold and excuse me |
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Ready to blame everything but your old sins, |
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Blaming my words but ignoring your own stings, |
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Putting me wise as if you know the right way, |
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You spit in my eyes as you see that just like me |
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(You're)</i> sinner under mask of saint! |
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Saint! The righteous man, |
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You play your game again, |
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You slake denunciation thirst. |
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See mote - no beam descry, |
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Fault's bigger in brother's eye, |
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Why not you sweep you porch clean first? |
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What I Must, what I May, |
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What's to hail, to dismay,- |
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What should I think, what should I say - |
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You "put me wise" and I obey, |
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Your turn to crucify, |
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Next time it will be mine. |
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You're sinner just like me |
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On masquerade of piety... |