| We know you’re watching over us
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| The job you took for better or worse
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| Dying in the scene from the burning cold
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| You turned this desert from dust to gold
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| Someone was born to be a beauty king
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| All ripping muscles when his sun-kissed skin
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| And getting paid for the shape I’m in
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| God’s gift to women and I knew it then
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| I love to sting them like a butterfly
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| I used to kill them for the natural high
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| A real hoot, such a crazy guy
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| Another shooter hold me out to dry
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| Suddenly the blind man can see
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| Suddenly the force is with me
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| Oh Lord, to have, to hold
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| Like dust to gold
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| You wouldn’t ever wanna treat with me
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| A belt fasten and a downhill ski
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| No-one would touch me with a ten foot pin
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| 'cos there was no telling where I’d been
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| A multi-national waste of space
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| By five o' clock I will be off of my face
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| Without a single little saving grace
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| And yet you call me for the human race
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| Suddenly the blind man can see
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| Suddenly the force is with me
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| Oh Lord, to have, to hold
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| Like dust to gold
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| We know you’re watching over us
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| The job you took for better or worse
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| Dying in the scene from the burning cold
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| You turned this desert from dust to gold
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| Suddenly the blind man can see
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| Suddenly the force is with me
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| Oh Lord, to have, to hold
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| Like dust to gold
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| With me oh Lord, to have, to hold
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| Like dust to gold
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| Like dust to gold
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| Like dust to gold
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| Like dust to gold
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| Like dust to gold |