| My mother said there’s only one way
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| Sweet angel boy, narrow and straight
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| Time it has past, teachings they fade
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| Now her angel boy has gone astray
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| I’ve felt the hand of the Devil, felt his breath on my skin
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| Dip me into the water, wash me again
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| Can I still be forgiven for all of these things
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| Or have I gone too far now
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| Have I lost my wings
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| I found a priest, I spoke my mind
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| Asked if I’d sinned one too many times
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| He said «My son, you’re only a man»
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| Then I said, «Sir, you don’t understand»
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| I’ve felt the hand of the Devil, felt his breath on my skin
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| Dip me into the water, wash me again
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| Can I still be forgiven for all of these things
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| Or have I gone too far now
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| Have I lost my wings
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| God help us all for what we have done
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| We’ve lost our way, we can’t find the Son
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| We make our beds, we seal our fate
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| Is there still time, or is it too late
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| We’ve felt the hand of the Devil, felt his breath our my skin
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| Dip us into the water, wash us again
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| Can we still be forgiven for all of these things
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| Or have we gone too far now
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| Have we lost our wings
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| We’ve felt the hand of the Devil, felt his breath our my skin
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| Dip us into the water, wash us again
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| Can we still be forgiven for all of these things
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| Or have we gone too far now
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| Have we lost our wings
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| Have we lost our wings |