| Everyone come together
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| Making no kind of sense
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| And these thoughts that I cling to
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| They’re going to harm my defense
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| I’ll throw rocks at the devil
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| With my faith wearing thin
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| But I won’t scream down St. Peter
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| When he don’t let me in
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| I will work like a pack horse
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| Every hour of the day
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| I will drink like a preacher
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| Oh, make these spirits go away
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| I will sing like an angel
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| With an ear for a sin
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| But I won’t scream down St. Peter
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| When he don’t let me in
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| So when I’m gone, will you miss me?
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| Yeah, I’m sure that you will
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| When I’m far from the terror
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| And the lies and the kill
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| Yes, but there is nothing so deadly
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| As the forces of right
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| Or some fool with a shotgun
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| In a house painted white
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| So ain’t it hard now my brother
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| To try and do what you should
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| When the shameless and the wicked
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| They dress the same as the good
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| My intentions are honest
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| Though my chances are slim
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| So I won’t scream down St. Peter
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| When he don’t let me in
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| So everyone come together
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| Making no kind of sense
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| Yes, and these words that I cling to
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| Can only harm my defense
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| I’ve embraced imperfection
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| It’s alright not to win
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| So I won’t scream down St. Peter
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| When he don’t let me in
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| Yeah, I won’t scream down St. Peter
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| When he don’t let me in |