| I gotta run like a holy-rollin' fever
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| Not the only one born a non-believer
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| Well, they say I come from the wrong kind of stranger
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| Like a smoking gun, but no bullets in the chamber
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| Well, everybody wanted law and order
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| More than just a line drawn in the sand
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| Well, they tell me that I’m damned, born to live a life of sin
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| I couldn’t live with it
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| More than one have found their way from nowhere
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| When they tried to run away from the nightmare
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| I built a bridge, but only few could cross it
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| I see your cross, hopin' you could take me off it
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| But now I’m left here standing at your border
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| Between the signs you marked as good and bad
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| Where they tell me that I’m damned, but the world ain’t ended yet
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| I couldn’t live with it
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| Well, everybody wants their law and order
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| But I just want a line drawn in the sand
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| And don’t tell me that I’m damned, born to live a life of sin
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| I couldn’t live with it
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| I couldn’t live with it
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| I couldn’t live with it |