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Well maybe God has a plan for me. |
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I could really use some divinity. |
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But if that doesn't map itself out I guess |
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I'm gonna really have to man-up and |
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Watch out for the devil. |
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Momma says God's eye is on me. |
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These songs you've been writing, |
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Well, me and Jesus don't approve. |
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Get over it. |
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Well, it seem you're really nervous |
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About all the sexy drugs |
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That you're so convinced I do so much of. |
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And I appreciate the concern, but I'm |
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Kind of insulted now |
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What kind of person do you think I am? |
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You're absolutely terrified |
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About the roof over my head. |
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You count to yourself every day |
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About the ways I'll end up dead. |
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And I try and try reluctantly |
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To do what that good book says. |
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But this won't be the first time |
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That I play pretend. |
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And, |
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Watch out for the devil. |
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Momma says God's keeping up on me. |
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I write these songs |
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You've been riding. |
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Well, me and God don't approve. |
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So over it is getting to the point |
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You say cry for weeks on end. |
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And I never wanted that, |
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So lets take it down and sugarcoat |
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Every last word. |
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Instead of lyrics from now on I'll just |
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Hum every verse. |
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And, |
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Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo |
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Doo doo doo doo doo |
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Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo |
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Doo doo doo doo doo |
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Doo doo doo doo doo |
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And I hate repeating myself |
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Release after release. |
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This reel to reel is nothing more |
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Than a diary. |
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And I know I must be |
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Responsible. |
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I just need myself to know |
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How far this night ends. |
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Watch out for the devil. |
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I know you think hes already got me. |
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These songs I've been writing |
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Are the only thing that keeps me |
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Away from evil. |
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Do you believe in me? |
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Do you believe in anything? |
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Are you going to sleep tonight |
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With a bible under your bed? |
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Oh, |
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Come on |
