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| Sundays Blind God Made Me looking for an insult there's a trickle in my head seeing it's worth the effort I forgive myself talks that we had are becoming a blur if only I could love my neighbour waiting here for the next time with a bottle in my hand doing it for the exercise I forget myself the face thet you had is becoming a blur but how was I supposed to know that? because God made me that's all they told me before & how about you? & it's off to work we go now you can forget about a labour of love it just won't wash anymore we'd love to be good but we'd rather be bad but how was I supposed to know that? because God made me that's all they told me before & how about you? because God made people that was the luck of the draw we do what we want God made me that's what they told me before who knows what they'll say today? because God made me for his sins imagine my eyes when I first saw we can do what we want how could I know? how could I know about it? |
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