| I used to think about silver
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| I used to think about gold
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| I used to think of all the pretty things
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| I used to think I was bold
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| I used to think about peaches
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| I used to think about cream
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| I used to think of all the things I did wrong
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| Was not the fault of me
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| God might love me, but he doesn’t know me like the devil does
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| God might love me, but he doesn’t know me like the devil does
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| I used to think about diamonds
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| I used to think about love
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| Still think of Satan
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| And the Lord above
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| I used to think of the righteous
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| I used to think about kings
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| I once raked the ashes
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| Of what was left of me
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| God might love me, but he doesn’t know me like the devil does
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| God might love me, but he doesn’t know me like the devil does
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| I used to think about silver
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| I used to think about gold
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| I used to think of all the pretty things
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| I used to think I was bold
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| I used to think about peaches
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| I used to think about cream
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| I used to think of all the things I did wrong
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| Was not the fault of me
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| God might love me, but he doesn’t know me like the devil does
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| God might love me, but he doesn’t know me like the devil does |