| So I sing a song to reel 'em in
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| It’s a song I’ve sung before
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| And a song I’m gonna sing again
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| I mean every word
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| I don’t mean a single one of them
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| Oh Lord, make me pure
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| But not yet
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| Tell a joke, tell it twice
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| If no one else is laughing then why am I
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| I split my sides both times and laugh until I cry
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| Oh Lord, please make me pure
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| But not yet
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| I don’t have to try
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| I just dial it in
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| I’ve never found a job that for me was worth bothering
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| I got a ton of selfish genes and lazy bones beneath this skin
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| Oh Lord, make me pure
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| But not yet
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| Smoking kills, sex sells
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| I’ve got one hand in my pocket
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| But the other one looks cool as hell
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| I know I’m gonna die so my revenge is living well
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| Oh Lord, make me pure
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| But not yet
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| I stopped praying so I hope this song will do
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| I wrote it all for you
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| I’m not perfect but you don’t mind that, do you?
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| I know you’re there to pull me through, aren’t you?
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| So I look for love
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| I like the search
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| And I’ll be standing for election all across the known universe
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| Every president gets the country she deserves
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| Oh Lord, make me pure
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| But not yet
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| And I’ve been seeing somebody’s wife
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| She said she’d leave him for me and I said that wasn’t wise
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| You can’t lie to a liar because of all the lies
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| Oh Lord, please make me pure
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| Not yet |