| Heard every word that was said that night
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| When the light of the world put the world to right
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| Well here’s to the boys back in 628
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| Where an ear to the wall was a twist of fate
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| I will shine a blinding light
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| Through those hearts as black as night
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| Sticks and stones may break my bones
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| But as least the seeds of love will be sown
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| Now once in awhile when I feel no shame
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| I get down on my knees and I pray for rain
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| And though the breeze blows gently while I state my case
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| There’ll be certain men waiting just to scratch my face
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| Hand on my heart I will make a stand
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| For the life and the times of the mirrorman
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| In my head there is a mirror
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| When I’ve been bad, I’ve been wrong
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| Food for the saints that are quick to judge me Hope for a Badman
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| This is the Badman’s Song
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| Guilt in the frame of the looking-glass
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| Puts a shine on the mind where reflections pass
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| Where the jigsaw pieces of a broken man
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| Try and fit themselves together again
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| Lies in disguise in the name of trust
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| Put your head in the sand it will turn to dust !
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| What’s your problem? |
| What’s your curse?
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| Won’t it make the matter worse?
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| In my head…
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| And they say «Faith can move move mountains
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| Fire can cleanse your soul «Faith can move mountains
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| But mind over matter won’t you stop all your chatter — No !
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| I heard every word that was said that night
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| When the light of the world put the world to right
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| When I hear soft whispers at the break of day
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| (I'm in trouble every step of the way)
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| Sweet talking boys who can do no wrong
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| When the stories are tall as the day is long
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| With such a thin drawn between friend and foe
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| Lord help me now and bless my soul !
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| Look at yourself — See how you lie
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| Your hands start shaking and you don’t know why
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| Look at yourself — See how you lie
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| Your hands start shaking and you don’t know why
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| Well there’s food for the saints that are quick to judge me Hope for a Badman… |