| City sidewalk, bright Saturday morning
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| Beggar with a halo shuffles up to me
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| He asks me for a coin, and mumbles
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| «Thank you, and God bless you»
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| Good deeds and halos, not sure what I believe
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| He asks me, «Is there something I can give back to you?
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| How 'bout this halo for an hour or two?»
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| And now I’m
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| Sneakin' into heaven with a borrowed halo
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| Hopin' no one notices my broken wings
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| Peekin' through these gates and thinkin', Lord have mercy
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| I’m never gonna make it if it’s up to me
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| 'Postle Peter, taps me on my shoulder
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| Says, «Son, are you lost?»
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| I say, «Can you show me around?»
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| «Well, I’d be glad too
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| Tell me, what brings you to heaven today?»
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| «I've always wondered what the fuss is all about»
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| I feel like a kid flashin' a fake I. D
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| Tryin' to slip past the Authority
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| And now I’m
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| Sneakin' into heaven with a borrowed halo
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| Hoping no one notices my broken wings
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| Peekin? |
| through these gates and thinkin', Lord have mercy
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| I’m never gonna make it if it’s up to me!
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| Hey Mr. Pedro, I have a little confession
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| I don’t belong here, and this halo isn’t mine
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| Peter laughs and says
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| «Well, boy, haven’t you noticed?
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| We’ve all been broken, but now we’re doin' just fine
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| 'Cause nobody’s good enough
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| And up here we’re all the same
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| We all get to heaven under someone else’s name!"
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| Sneakin' into heaven with a borrowed halo
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| Hoping no one notices my broken wings
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| Peekin? |
| through these gates and thinkin', Lord have mercy
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| I’m never gonna make it if it’s up to me! |