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Found myself in the strangest spot |
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At the time all I knew was where I was not |
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In a clean white robe instead of my clothes |
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On a great big cloud in a street of golden stones |
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There was a big black gate and a wise old man |
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With a pretty thin book held in his hand |
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Which he opened up to the very last page |
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And he shook his head as he looked my way |
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And the words were blistering in my ears |
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I was face to face that day |
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My time had come |
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Nowhere to run |
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I had to pay for the sins that I loved too much |
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And I hung my head |
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Standing at the edge |
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Of heaven |
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Once was lost, but I haven't been found |
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Crawled up from the dirt |
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Now I'm standing my ground |
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Don't have much, but I'm saving some pride |
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For the man with the pitchfork |
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Waiting outside for me |
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Got a friend of the devil living in my soul |
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And the taste of flames in the back of my throat |
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As I bow my head to surrender control |
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To the master plan |
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Softly spoken words come whispering |
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All my shame |
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Fallen angel calling my name |
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At the edge of heaven's door |
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I never paid for the sins that I loved too much |
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I would be damned if I gave it up |
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To walk through heaven's door |
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Never paid for the sins that I loved too much |
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I would be damned if I gave it up |
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To walk through heaven's door |