| I’m not a righteous man
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| I’m not a holy man
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| But I’ll be damned if that damnation
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| Leads my lamb astray
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| I reckon heaven ain’t no place for angels anymore
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| Hang up your worn-out halo
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| Spread your withered wings and soar
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| Just fake a leap of faith
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| Forget how far from grace you’ve fallen
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| Come find familiar faces down below among the sodom
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| In fact I’ve found that lookin' down’s an act you may regret
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| Unless the thought of fallin' to your death don’t phase you yet
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| You’re gamblin' on your Lady Luck, already placed your bet
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| That when you find that special girl, then you may wipe away your debt
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| The false shepherd’s steppin' onto our land
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| Lookin' to stop her from drownin' in flame the mountains of man
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| Instead I bet she’ll get it done with holy water
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| And by the end I know she’ll cleanse her filthy rotten Father
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| But even if one door closes, I know an infinite open
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| The Great Chain ain’t even made yet and it’s already been broken
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| If you step through a tear I hope that you know where you’re goin'
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| 'Cuz you just unlocked the cage, upon the songbird’s wings you’re soarin'
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| Beware the foreign hordes, everyone check your class
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| You were born to solely play the role with which you have been caste
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| Is that an inner monologue in your head?
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| You’re only chasin' your tail, soon you’re gonna see yourself dead
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| When you play dirty
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| You’ll never win
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| So just hold your breath, I’ll hold your head and wash off your sins
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| Break the circle, shake off your chains
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| Like a thundercloud, knock the sun right out
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| And bring down the rain
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| You may not be scared to meet your maker
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| But this girl you’re sure afraid of
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| Break the circle, 'cuz you got debts to pay
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| So hold your breath and pray
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| Now watch your Eden become home to demons after all
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| 'Cuz grace is nothing but a place from which we’re meant to fall
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| So take a taste of your forbidden fruit
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| Embrace yourself
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| Now welcome home, I’ve made your sacred Heaven into Hell
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| If thine alignment is with Vox Populi, pity
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| Upon thy soul, thou demon devil in our white city
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| I should know for with the high divines, I’m privy
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| Hold your Bible tight, without the good book, I might outwit thee
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| Are you salty, jealous of my vigor?
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| I’ve an army, I need not touch my finger to a trigger
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| You curse our fertile earth, holy and hallowed it may be
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| I don’t mean to open old wounds, how’s an arrow to the knee?
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| I’m playin' dirty, but I can’t win
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| So I’ll hold my breath, you hold my head and wash off my sins
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| Break the circle, shake off your chains
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| Like a thundercloud, knock the sun right out
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| And bring down the rain
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| You may not be scared to meet your maker
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| But this girl you’re sure afraid of
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| Break the circle, 'cuz you got debts to pay
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| So hold your breath and-
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| O Father, you’ve sewed your seeds
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| The land, you’ve tilled
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| If you could see La Vie en Rose, my looks could kill
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| While time is flyin' by, I’m standin' still
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| I’d ask you to dance, but I know you will
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| Break the circle, shake off your chains
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| Like a thundercloud, knock the sun right out
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| And bring down the rain
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| You may not be scared to meet your maker
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| But this girl you’re sure afraid of
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| Break the circle, 'cuz you got debts to pay
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| So hold your breath and pray |