| Can’t buy forgiveness
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| Can’t buy relief
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| Lord, please forgive me
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| So I can rest in peace
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| So I can rest in peace
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| My troubles don’t sleep
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| If you join the mercenary squad
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| With torches right outside
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| Who plan to ax my door apart
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| And burn whatever I pride
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| Would you please just wipe your dirty boot heels
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| Before y’all come inside?
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| Can’t buy forgiveness
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| Can’t buy relief
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| Lord, please forgive me
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| So I can rest in peace
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| So I can rest in peace
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| My troubles don’t sleep
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| Don’t say I never warned y’all 'bout lovin' a liar
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| Or sharing your blankets with a thief you admire
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| You never should’ve trusted that detective you hired
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| Somebody showed him the light when I set him on fire
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| I’d have to charge y’all to tell you the rest
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| Now please take your feet off my desk
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| Can’t buy forgiveness
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| Can’t buy relief
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| Lord, please forgive me
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| So I can rest in peace
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| So I can rest in peace
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| My troubles don’t sleep
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| Black Molly’s riding shotgun
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| Slim Harpo’s making stew
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| And Maryland’s wearing red palms
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| So really nothing’s new
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| Count Bass is standing over y’all
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| Wondering when you might come to
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| To buy forgiveness
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| To buy relief
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| Lord, please forgive me
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| So I can rest in peace
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| So I can rest in peace
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| My troubles don’t sleep
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| When the last city light blows the fuse of the night
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| And they can only read us our rights when lightning strikes
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| I’ll be on the lost highway, thumb in the wind
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| Hoping that my last two bids can summon a friend
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| Pocket knife and a palm made ten
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| And a letter I’ve been meaning to send
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| Can’t buy forgiveness
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| Can’t buy relief
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| Lord, please forgive me
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| So I can rest in peace
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| So I can rest in peace
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| My troubles don’t sleep
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| The reverend’s out to get me
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| I hear his church bells blare
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| He’s calling for the national guard
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| Boy, I ain’t got a prayer
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| I’ll be in next week service
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| Front row center, I swear |