| Sinner’s Prayer
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| Slaid Cleaves & Rod Picott
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| I’m not living like I should
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| I want to be a better man
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| A sinner’s prayer upon my lips
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| A broken promise in my hand
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| I know that there will come a day
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| A heavy price I’ll have to pay
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| I keep pretending to be good
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| But I’m not living like I should
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| I’m not living like I should
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| I’ve let the mystery slip away
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| The night goes by in dreamless sleep
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| I’m chasing foolish things all day
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| I walk this town just like a ghost
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| I don’t know what I miss the most
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| I’d believe in something if I could
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| I’m not living like I should
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| When people see me on the street
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| They think they see an honest man
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| They don’t know what lies beneath
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| But some of them would understand
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| They know the soul and what it hides
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| You sometimes see it in their eyes
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| A guilty man where a child once stood
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| I’m not living like I should
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| I’m not living like I should
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| The wolves howl, the robin sings
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| The world keeps spinning round and round
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| I wait for mercy’s angel wings
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| Another day another year
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| Death keeps whispering in my ear
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| I say a prayer I knock on wood
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| I’m not living like I should
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| I’m not living like I should
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| I want to be a better man
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| A sinner’s prayer upon my lips
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| A broken promise in my hands
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| A squandered gift, a wasted day
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| Time chases life away
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| I just wanted to be good
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| But I’m not living like I should |