| When I was a kid I used to buy and sell gravity
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| I knew how to fly, and I would teach you for a fee
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| Broke every window in my hotel heart
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| When I was only five years old but twelve years scarred
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| And I’d hear the same voice echo in my mind
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| It’d say, «Son, you’ve got an angel.»
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| That’d chase the devil at night
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| When I was a kid my grandfather was a preacher
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| He’d talk about God, he was something like a teacher
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| He said, «God only helps those who learn to help themselves»
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| He was a million miles from a million dollars
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| But you could never spend his wealth
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| I took a little faith, and put it in a parking lot
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| I drove to a strange town full of «have» and «have nones»
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| And as I walked through that story-book life
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| I’ve been looking for an angel who’d chase the devil at night
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| When I was a kid my grandfather was a preacher
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| He’d talk about love, he was something like a teacher
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| He said, «God only helps those who learn to help themselves»
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| He was a million miles from a million dollars
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| But you could never spend his wealth
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| Wave, put your hands up and hands down
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| Wave, put your hands up and hands down
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| Wave, put your hands up and hands down
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| When I was a kid my grandfather was a preacher
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| He’d talk about life, he was something like a teacher
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| He said, «God only helps those who learn to help themselves»
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| He was a million miles from a million dollars
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| But you could never spend his wealth
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| He was a million miles from a million dollars
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| But you could never spend his wealth |