A sinking feeling has been lurking at your door
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That it is real you can¡¯t deny you must ignore
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Sing like the angel that you know you¡¯ll never be
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And try to pin the blame on me
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The heart that beats inside your chest, the awful need
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It burns with holy fire, righteousness, and greed
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Sing like the angel that you know you¡¯ll never be
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And try to pin the blame on me
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Like the angel that you know you¡¯ll never be
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As you still try and pin the blame
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On me
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Ah¡¦
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Breadwinner You
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| Pedro The Lion |
