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Well you praise him |
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Then you thank him |
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Til you reach the by-and-by |
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And I've won hundreds at the track |
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But I'm not betting on the afterlife |
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Then you kiss his lips |
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He forgives you for it |
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He forgives you for all you've done |
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But not me |
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I'm still angry |
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What have I done? |
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Why am I always messin' with |
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The big guns? |
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First I'll build a sword |
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Get some words to explain |
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It's a plan, brother, at least |
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And I'll pretend that everybody here wants peace |
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Have mercy, have mercy, have mercy on me |
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Cause we're tired and lonely and we're bloody |
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What have we done? |
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Why are we still running |
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From our own failing bodies? |
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The big guns, the big guns... |
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Sing mercy, sing mercy, sing mercy on me |
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Let's pretend that everybody here wants peace |
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What have we done? |
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Why are we still chasing our own tails and runnin? |
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from the big guns, the big guns, the big guns |
