| I was born from an angel, she raised me properly
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| I knew what I wasn’t to do, I knew what I wasn’t to see
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| But when you reach a certain age, your destiny it comes to life
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| So don’t you bite the hand that feeds you, or it may cut you with its knife
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| It permeates all through my bones
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| I let it live, I help it grow
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| I said my cup it runeth over, well I’m gonna let it flow
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| So I shot a man in Muncie, just to watch him die
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| My mother asked me if it pleased me
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| And I couldn’t tell a lie
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| Now Jesus died for them, it’s true
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| But what’s a devil to do?
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| When the saints go marching in
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| I won’t be there, 'cause I love my sin
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| Am I so bad that you hate me
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| There was a time when I could see
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| My hopes and dreams, they are no more
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| I’m not a rich man, but blessed are the poor
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| Oh man, forgive me, I turned away
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| I won’t come back, so I have to pay
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| And now there’re rules till I find Noah,
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| And if you follow them you’ll go
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| Up to the mountains and the clouds
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| And where the golden rivers flow
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| But I’ve always been so good at breaking all the rules
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| I wasn’t made to be their robot
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| And I ain’t nobody’s fool
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| I am the goat that got away
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| But I know there will come a day
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| When I’ll be punished for my mind
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| 'Cause I led myself astray
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| I am a work of art, I know
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| I was created but down below
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| And if it’s evil that you’re planting
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| Then it’s evil that will grow |