| Halos and horns, sinners and saints
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| Hearts that are torn between what’s wrong and right
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| Just because it feels right does not make it so
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| So we struggle through life in horns and halos
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| Tempted and tried with each step we take
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| We stumble and slide and make our mistakes
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| Ask God to forgive us for all of our sins
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| Then we take off our horns and wear halos again
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| Halos and horns, sinners and saints
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| We’re praised or we’re scorned, we either run or we faint
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| Oh, but life is a challenge from the day that we’re born
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| Just trying to balance halos and horns
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| It’s heaven or hell, halos or horns
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| Halos and horns, sinners and saints
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| Hearts that are torn between what’s wrong and right
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| But just because it feels right; |
| well, that don’t make it so
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| So we struggle through life in horns or halos
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| It’s either horns or halos |