| Hey, Mr. Preacher Man
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| I’ve been playing with a heart like a violin
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| I’ve been stumbling through the door after 6 A.M.
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| Fix my soul so I don’t lose a love again
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| Hey, Mr. Preacher Man
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| Can you help me get away from this life of sin?
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| I’m ashamed of the dark places I done been
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| Fix my soul so I don’t lose a love again
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| I was driving through the city
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| Just looking at myself
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| My conscious telling me
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| That I should just turn the car around
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| But man, I got these demons
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| And they’re telling me to go
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| Further into the night
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| So the further I go
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| I’m down on my knees
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| Yeah, I’m paranoid
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| Don’t wanna repeat
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| What I did before
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| I wanna believe
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| That there’s something more
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| I wanna believe
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| Hey, Mr. Preacher Man
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| I’ve been playing with a heart like a violin
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| I’ve been stumbling through the door after 6 A.M.
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| Fix my soul so I don’t lose a love again
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| Hey, Mr. Preacher Man
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| Can you help me get away from this life of sin?
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| I’m ashamed of the dark places I done been
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| Fix my soul so I don’t lose a love again
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| Going a hundred miles an hour
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| And the wind is in my hair
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| But my mouth is just too damn dry
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| To utter out a prayer
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| And the radio is blasting
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| Yeah, it’s keeping me awake
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| 'Cause I just gotta get back to her
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| Before it’s just too late
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| I’m down on my knees
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| Yeah, I’m paranoid
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| Don’t wanna repeat
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| What I did before
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| I wanna believe
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| That there’s something more
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| I wanna believe
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| Hey, Mr. Preacher Man
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| I’ve been playing with a heart like a violin
|
| I’ve been stumbling through the door after 6 A.M.
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| Fix my soul so I don’t lose a love again
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| Hey, Mr. Preacher Man
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| Can you help me get away from this life of sin?
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| I’m ashamed of the dark places I done been
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| Fix my soul so I don’t lose a love again |