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He slips in through the back doorand helps himself to the patients' medicine. |
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And he likes to look important. |
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And he always looks like he's important. |
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And each tale that he tells of the lives that he's savedis a spade full of dirt as he's digging his grave. |
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And the deep blackened hollow he's patched with a badgeis the happiness he's never had, and he says,"It's all right, they know me here.It's all right, they know me, they know me." |
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His flames are yesterdays tinseland his belly's the sail that propels himonto the rocks. |
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And you know that even the noble |
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Don Quixote wouldcall him a mile away for a windmill. |
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And each Sunday that passes he's rid of his sinsand he's ready to do them all over again. |
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And God won't be mad for the money he stole,he put some in the offering bowl. |
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And he says...... |
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Soon comes the moment that all souls await,just as sure as |
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St. Peter will padlock the gate. |
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But deep in his wallet's a shiny new coinso, he turns and he winks and says...... |
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Devils, for liars, put brands on the firesand everyone burns with your glowing, red name on it. |
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Finally, you've come to a place where theyknow you well. |
