| Well that golden halo doesn’t go so well
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| With my red bandana and blue jeans
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| God knows when I’m good, I’m good
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| And when I’m good is seldom, so it seems
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| So they say fools play with fire
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| I’m trying my best to not get burned
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| While I soak myself in gasoline
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| One would think by now I might have learned
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| But I’ve never learned
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| No I’m not the man they think I am
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| It weighs heavy on my heart and mind
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| Yes I stumble every step along the way
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| Like a wino who can’t walk the line
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| It’s like tightrope walking on a windy day
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| There’s heaven in her eyes and hell to pay
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| And I’m solid as a rock and sinking sand
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| Trying like the devil to be a good man
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| So beware of broken glass
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| Should you stare into the window of my soul
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| And judge me not, I’ll only bare it all
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| So you know that you are not alone
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| You’re not alone
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| No I’m not the man they think I am
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| It weighs heavy on my heart and mind
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| Yes I stumble every step along the way
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| Like a wino who can’t walk the line
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| It’s like tightrope walking on a windy day
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| There’s heaven in her eyes and hell to pay
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| And I’m solid as a rock and sinking sand
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| Trying like the devil to be a good man
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| Oh my God
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| Feed me the crumbs that fall upon your floor
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| As those saints walk through your pearly gates
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| Lord, let this sinner crawl through your backdoor
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| No I’m not the man they think I am
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| It weighs heavy on my heart and mind
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| Yes I stumble every step along the way
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| Like a wino who can’t walk the line
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| It’s like tightrope walking on a windy day
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| There’s heaven in her eyes and hell to pay
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| And I’m solid as a rock and sinking sand
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| Trying like the devil to be a good man
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| I’m solid as a rock and sinking sand
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| Lord, I’m trying like the devil |