| There’s a sweaty hand handling his cocktail napkin
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| «Come on up and see me» is scribbled with a gold pen
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| «But you’d better ring twice»
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| Seven months after his little indiscretion
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| He sits with his wife at a therapy session
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| For a little advice
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| «If the healing happens as the time goes by
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| Tell me why I still can’t look her in the eye»
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| «God I’m only human, got no other reason…»
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| Sin for a season
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| There’s a shaky hand shaking with the hand of her hostess
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| Drank a little much, but she’ll drive herself home if
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| She can make it to her car
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| She never saw the sign or the boy with his daddy
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| Driving home late from their very first ballgame
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| And they don’t get far
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| Now the years run together as her guilt goes wild
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| She still sees the body of an only child
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| «God I’m only human, got no other reason…»
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| Sin for a season
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| Wealthy lips say «keep us from the Evil One»
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| While praying hands prey with deliberate cunning
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| On the carcass of the cold
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| Gonna get the Good Lord to forgive a little sin
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| Get the slate cleaned so he can dirty it again
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| And no one else will ever know
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| But he reaps his harvest as his heart grows hard
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| No man’s gonna make a mockery of God
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| «I'm only human, got no other reason…»
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| Sin for a season |