| Well, I know a thing about contrition
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| Because I got enough to spare
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| And I'll be granting your permission
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| 'Cause you haven't got a prayer
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| Well I said hey, hey hallelujah
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| I'm gonna come on sing the praise
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| And let the spirit come on through you
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| We got innocence for days!
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| Well, I think I'm gonna burn in hell
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| Everybody burn the house right down
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| And say, ha
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| What I wanna say
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| Tell me I'm an angel
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| Take this to my grave
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| Tell me I'm a bad man
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| Kick me like a stray
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| Tell me I'm an angel
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| Take this to my grave
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| (S-I-N, I S-I-N
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| S-I-N, I S-I-N
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| S-I-N, I S-I-N
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| S-I-N, I S-I-N)
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| You play ring around the ambulance
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| Well like you never gave a care
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| So get the choir boys around you
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| It's a compliment, I swear
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| And I said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down
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| I wanna hear you sing the praise
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| I said, ashes to ashes, we all fall down
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| We got innocence for days!
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| Well, I think I'm gonna burn in hell
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| Everybody burn the house right down
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| And say, ha
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| What I wanna say
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| Tell me I'm an angel
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| Take this to my grave
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| Tell me I'm a bad man
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| Kick me like a stray
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| Tell me I'm an angel
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| Take this to my grave
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| You better run like the devil
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| 'Cause they're never gonna leave you alone!
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| You better hide up in the alley
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| 'Cause they're never gonna find you a home!
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| And as the blood runs down the walls
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| You see me creepin' up these halls
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| I've been a bad motherfucker
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| Tell your sister I'm another
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| Go! |
| Go! |
| Go!
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| And I said, say
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| What I wanna say
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| Tell me I'm an angel
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| Take this to my grave
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| Tell me I'm a bad man
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| Kick me like a stray
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| Tell me I'm an angel
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| Take this to my grave
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| Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man
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| Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man
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| Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man
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| Tell me I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad man
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| So get up!
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| So get out!
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| S-I-N, I S-I-N! |