| Everyday I wake up I see footprints on the ceiling
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| Didn’t realize they come from me
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| All we ever wanted here was something to believe in
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| Heaven’s closed down, Mecca’s obsolete
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| Well it’s a hallelujah day
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| And I’m a Walther P.P.K
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| If I told you my story man you wouldn’t believe it
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| 'cos the things I’ve seen and do are hard to perceive
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| And so I’ll stop my talking now and draw back the curtain
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| Only thing you’re finding out
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| Nothing’s for certain
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| Nothing’s for certain
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| Watching my head spin round
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| She’s watching my head spin round
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| She’s watching my head
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| She’s watching my head spin round
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| It can’t be that easy sharing someone with a demon
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| Go and find yourself out on the street
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| No smoke without fire they say, now Adam’s burning Eden
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| Nothing ever turns out like it seems
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| Well is a hallelujah day
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| And I’m Walther P.P.K
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| If I told you my story man you wouldn’t believe it
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| 'cos the things I’ve seen and done are hard to perceive
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| And so I’ll stop my talking now and draw back the curtain
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| Only thing you finding out
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| Nothing’s for certain
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| Nothing’s for certain
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| Watching my head spin round
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| Watching my head spin round
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| She’s watching my head spin round
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| She’s watching my head spin round
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| She’s Watching my head
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| Watching my head
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| Watching my head spin round |