| I really tried to be good
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| But goodness, won’t come easy to me
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| You’re too good in your own ways
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| In others, you’re evil like me
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| When they call my name, I’m the first to smile
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| I put a few feet wrong on the moral pile
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| When I break the rank, I’m the first to gloat
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| And its a nice trip down
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| In the eye of the rope
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| In the eye of the rope
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| I put a coin in a cold hand
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| Still I seem to hurt everyone
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| Now, I’m the dud, I’m the short strand
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| I’m the burning wink in the line of a shotgun
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| You in your tall lighthouse with that broken light
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| I’m gonna suffer on your rocks if it takes all night
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| You’re the one clean soul in the back of a church
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| Go on, avert your eyes
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| This is going to hurt
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| This is going to hurt
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| I went bare-foot out into dirty snow
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| Saw the fires at the black with a sinful glow
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| There’s an angry mob all downing pixel fuel
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| Taking blood with a lash from the skin of a fool
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| You can blame it on the web, on the sugar and fat
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| Entertainment is a spin on an urge unwrapped
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| You can try another hammer just to hammer it home
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| But any modern thought
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| Is never alone
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| Is never alone
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| But any modern thought
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| Is never alone
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| Is never alone
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| But any modern thought
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| Is never alone |