| You say I’m an angel, and angels don’t get low
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| Baby, you broke my wings oh so long ago
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| I thought it’d make me stronger, I thought we’d make it through
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| Turns out it just hurts like hell loving you
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| So I opened up the Bible
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| Memorized the book of John
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| And you washed your hands in holy water
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| Swearing all your sins were gone
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| If there’s a cure for being pure again, I can’t find it anywhere
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| And I don’t want to hate you
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| Heaven says I need to forgive you
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| But I ain’t no saint
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| I know that you’re sorry, I feel it in your touch
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| But that don’t make me forget all the damage done
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| So I opened up the Bible, memorized the book of John
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| And you washed your hands in holy water
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| Swearing all your sins were gone
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| If there’s a cure for being pure, again, I can’t find it anywhere
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| And I don’t want to hate you, Heaven says I need to forgive you
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| But I ain’t no saint
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| I fell from grace, I can’t be saved, it’s a long way up from here
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| I fell from grace, I can’t be saved, it’s a long way up from here
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| I fell from grace, I can’t be saved, it’s a long way up from here
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| I fell from grace, I ain’t no saint, it’s a long way up from here
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| So I opened up the Bible, memorized the book of John
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| And you washed your hands in holy water
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| Swearing all your sins were gone
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| If there’s a cure for being pure, again, I can’t find it anywhere
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| And I don’t want to hate you, Heaven says I need to forgive you
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| But I ain’t no saint |