| God loves cars, and God loves sex
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| God loves liquor and cigarettes
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| He’s a fool for the rush just like the rest of us
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| Cause God is scared of his own death
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| And he dabbles in drugs on the weekend
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| Sometimes on a Sunday
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| When the choir stops singing, and the kids ain’t watchin'
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| And the angels need a reason to pray
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| I bet it gets lonely in heaven
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| I bet that God gets lost too
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| I bet it gets lonely in heaven
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| I bet that God sings the blues
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| God loves Audrey Hepburn
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| And he love Marilyn Monroe
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| For all those scenes in all those movies
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| That no one really knows
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| And he seduces himself with his own eyes in the mirror
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| On the top floor of the Mariott
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| It’s times like that, God really needs a friend
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| And sometimes the Devil’s all he’s got
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| I bet it gets lonely in heaven
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| I bet that God gets lost too
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| I bet it gets lonely in heaven
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| I bet that God sings the blues
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| Sometimes the Devils all you got
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| Sometimes the Devils all you got
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| I bet it gets lonely in heaven
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| Sometimes the Devils all you got
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| Sometimes the Devils all you got
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| Sometimes the Devils all you got
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| I bet it gets lonely in heaven
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| Sometimes the Devils all you got
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| I bet it gets lonely in heaven
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| I bet that God is lost too
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| I bet it get lonely in heaven
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| I bet that God sings the blues |