| While you read to me from the riot act way on high, high,
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| Clutching a crisp New Testament, breathing fire, fire.
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| Will you save me the fake benevolence, I don’t have time, I’m,
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| Just too far gone for a-tellin', lost my pride, I don’t mind.
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| Being lonely,
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| So leave me alone.
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| Aw, you’re acting all holy,
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| Me, I’m just full of holes.
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| Well I can dip my head in the river,
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| Cleanse my soul, oh.
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| I’ll still have the stomach of a sinner,
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| Face like an unholy ghost.
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| Will you save me all the soliloquies?
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| Paid my fines, I’ll be,
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| Gone before my deliverance.
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| Preach what you write, cause I don’t mind,
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| Being lonely,
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| So leave me alone.
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| You’re acting all holy,
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| Me, I’m just full of holes.
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| Full of holes.
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| Don’t mind being lonely,
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| Spare me the brimstone.
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| Acting all holy,
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| When you know I’m full of holes.
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| Don’t mind being lonely,
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| Don’t need to be told.
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| Stop acting so holy,
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| I know I’m full of holes.
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| Full of holes.
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| I don’t mind being lonely,
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| Won’t you leave me alone?
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| Are you, oh, so holy,
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| That I’ll never be good enough?
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| Don’t care if I’m lonely,
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| Cause it feels like home.
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| I won’t ever be holy,
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| Thank God I’m full of holes.
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| Full of holes. |