| I was born a catholic and
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| Raised to be a sceptic
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| As far as the teaching’s concerned
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| I knew there was something
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| I’d always be searching
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| Through trial and error I learned
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| That noone will love me
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| And noone will save me
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| If I don’t love and I don’t save myself
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| And nothing from outside
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| Will bring me to glory
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| Not all the world’s books on my shelf
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| But if I could be the Pope
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| I’d show you the way
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| All regrets and fears I’d pray away
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| If I could be the Pope
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| I’d need no dope
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| For I’d be providing the best stuff called hope
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| If I could be the Pope, I would elope
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| All the virgins loosing their faith
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| I would sure ditch the rope
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| For I’d be the Pope
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| And that would be something with which I could cope
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| For I’d sure be that Pope.
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| I was christened unconscious
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| And grew up so anxious
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| To see where this whole tale could lead
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| I learned all commandments and thought I was going to
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| Be whole no problems indeed
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| But I found out that all this was highly unlikely to
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| Leave me forever in peace
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| And I’d still have the fears and regrets and I would be
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| always missing a piece.
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| But if I could be the Pope
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| I’d show you the way
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| All regrets and fears I’d pray away
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| If I could be the Pope
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| I’d need no dope
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| For I’d be providing the best stuff called hope
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| If I could be the Pope, I would elope
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| All the virgins loosing their faith
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| I would sure ditch the rope
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| For I’d be the Pope
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| And that would be something with which I could cope
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| For I’d sure be that Pope.
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| I’ve been tormented by reason
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| And accused of treason
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| When my wonderings questioned beliefs
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| I lived by the rules and was fed with old news
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| Like a tree without foliage and leaves.
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| But after a while I grew my own crown
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| And I knew I would have to get hold of my soul
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| And I knew that the clues are all given I’d just have to
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| Find them inside on my own.
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| But if I could be the Pope…
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| Oh, if I could be the Pope…
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| Maybe I should be the Pope…
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| Oh, if I could be the Pope…
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| Oh, if I could be the Pope
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| I would refine
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| All that is human and all that’s devine
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| If I could be the Pope
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| All would be fine
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| I’d reconcile time-space and business and crime
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| If I could be the Pope
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| I’d sing for the world
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| And I would invite all the saints for a drink
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| To tell me tall tales of heaven and earth
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| And grave jokes to laugh about death
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| Oh maybe I should be the Pope. |