| I’ve got one foot in Heaven
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| And my head lost in Hell
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| Too many stories in my head
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| The kind you can’t easily tell
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| I’ve got too many bad habits
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| I have got too many faults
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| Born under the sign of the Capricorn
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| Bastard son of a fish and a goat
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| Always heading for more than I can take
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| And I can never have enough of these feelings
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| And even if I changed my name
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| My eyes would remain the same
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| All hail (The Trickster)
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| He comes (He comes)
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| He messes (Your life up)
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| And then he’s gone
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| All hail the Trickster
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| For he’s the one who comes
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| He messes everybody’s lives up
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| And then he’s gone
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| I am the son of a gun
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| I am the son of a son
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| Who could never look it in the eye
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| And face the damage he has done
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| I strive with the world to stay pure at heart
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| As I should have always been
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| So I say another prayer and I take another sip
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| To keep on with this dream within a dream
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| Always heading for more than I can take
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| And I can never have enough of these feelings
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| And even if I changed my name
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| My eyes would remain the same
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| All hail (The Trickster)
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| He comes (He comes)
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| He messes (Your life up)
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| And then he’s gone
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| All hail the Trickster
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| For he’s the one who comes
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| He messes everybody’s lives up
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| And then he’s gone
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| I dance under the moonlight
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| At the end of the longest days
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| My stomping on the ground
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| Becomes the music and the dance itself
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| My mouth can swallow everything
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| Never been sober in my life
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| The dance brings people new life
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| While the rhythm dampens their thighs
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| Always heading for more than I can take
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| And I can never have enough of these feelings
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| And even if I changed my name
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| My eyes would remain the same
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| All hail (The Trickster)
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| He comes (He comes)
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| He messes (Your life up)
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| And then he’s gone
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| All hail the Trickster
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| For he’s the one who comes
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| He messes everybody’s lives up
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| And then he’s gone |