| There’s dust on my halo.
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| There’s dust on my halo.
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| There’s a lifeline
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| that follows me right down the centuries
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| And burns like a quasar within me.
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| If you could see into my soul,
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| There’s a darkness
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| that shines through the dust on my halo.
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| I’m trying to learn how to say «no».
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| Oh, you can see into my soul.
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| But oh my God!
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| Lord of all mercy, why would you desert me?
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| There’s no reason
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| for learning to think in a straight line.
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| The pleasure and pain would be still mine
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| if I could see into your soul,
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| Where the truth goes finally fading away now,
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| The light of the moon by the day now —
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| If I could see into your soul.
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| But oh my God!
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| Lord of all mercy, why would you curse me?
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| There’s dust on my halo. |
| There’s dust on my halo.
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| But oh my God!
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| Lord of all mercy, Why would you desert me?
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| There’s a lifeline
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| that follows me right down the centuries
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| And burns like a quasar within me.
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| If you could see into my soul,
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| Where the truth goes —
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| there’s nothing to see or to say now.
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| We might as well all turn away now. |
| Beware of the places we go.
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| Oh. |
| Come on.
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| Oh. |
| Come on.
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| There’s dust on my halo. |
| There’s dust on my halo.
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| There’s dust on my halo. |
| There’s dust on my halo.
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| There’s dust on my halo. |
| There’s dust on my halo.
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| There’s dust on my halo. |
| There’s dust on my halo. |