| Straight away I learned to pray
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| Heap praise upon the sky
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| You go to heaven when you die
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| But keep that lake of fire in mind
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| Broke all the rules at Catholic school
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| Turned to a life of crime
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| When I stole that motorbike
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| I left a trail of tears behind
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| Had casual sex
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| Smoked cigarettes
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| Threw caution to the wind
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| Was a winding path that I always plan to get back to you again
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| Till the ground 'neath thunderclouds
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| The rain follows the plow
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| But it was never as profound as I had wanted it to be
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| The birds, they sang the Rites of Spring
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| In summer’s La-Z-Boy
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| I sat down to enjoy a world that’s comfortable in green
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| A red feather hawk and a Celtic cross
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| I pierced into my ear
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| No matter where I went I meant to make my way back here
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| Well I don’t need God or common law to tell me right from wrong
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| 'Cause when you press me to your chest
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| I know where I belong |