| He wasn’t really known for breaking the rules
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| When he arrived in the second year of my high school
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| He wasn’t so much of a twist of fate
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| As a short turn up from a Southern state
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| He was born with a sweet tooth he couldn’t beat
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| Always trying to find himself something sweet
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| All that he found was a trouble and me
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| Or maybe trouble just found him
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| It was hard to hide that his heart had scars
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| He would stay up late talking to the stars
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| People tried to blame him for making bad choices
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| When he was only listening to the voices
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| And searching for some kind of deeper truth
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| Between the lines and the Bible and living proof
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| There’s no point now to judge him in vain
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| If you haven’t been there, you don’t know the pain
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| He was a liar, but not a fraud
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| Living proof that there was no God
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| Just the Devil, stiff as a rod
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| A slave to a sugartooth
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| His life became more than he could take
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| He found a bad habit he couldn’t break
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| Nothing could tame him and nothing could hold him
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| He only took the pills when the doctor told him
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| Looking to help for the something sweet
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| To make his life feel less incomplete
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| What in the hell are you gonna do
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| When the world has made its mind up about you?
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| He was a liar, but not a fraud
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| Living proof that there was no God
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| Just the Devil, stiff as a rod
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| A slave to a sugartooth
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| He wanted to be a better man
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| Then life kicked him down like an old tin can
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| He would give you the shirt on his back
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| If not for a sugartooth
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| They found him lying on his bed
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| With a gun in his hand and a quiet head
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| His broken heart, now, is finally gone
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| But I know that he had to hurt for too long
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| To think he had fought it all on his own
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| Just to lose the battle and die alone
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| After so many years of feeling the loss
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| He finally made his way back home
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| And I heard they put what was left in a box
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| And took it to a place called Jesus Rock
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| And scattered him all over jagged mound
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| As a symbol to all that the peace had been found
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| But not for a sign is left behind
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| With a hand stuck reaching back in time
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| To a place in which you can never unwind
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| I hope he found something so sweet
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| He was a liar, but not a fraud
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| Living proof that there was no God
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| Just the Devil, stiff as a rod
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| A slave to a sugartooth
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| He wanted to be a better man
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| But life kicked him down like an old tin can
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| He would give you the shirt on his back
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| If not for a sugartooth
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, a slave to a sugartooth
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, a slave to a sugartooth
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, a slave to a sugartooth
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, a slave to a sugartooth |