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I'm a preacher sweating in the pews,
For the salvation I'm bringing you,
I'm a salesmen selling hooks and plans,
And myself making demands.
When I'm home alone I just dance by myself,
And you pull my head so close volume goes without truth.
Signing off,
'I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen',
The kid was all right but it went to his head.
I am God's gift,
Why would he bless me with,
Such wit without a conscience equiped?
I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you,
"There's to much green to feel blue".
When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself,
And you pull my head so close volume goes without truth.
Signing off,
'I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen',
The kid was all right but it went to his head.
When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself,
And you pull my head so close volume goes without truth.
Signing off,
'I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen',
'I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen',
'I'm all right in bed but I'm better with a pen',
The kid was all right but it went to his head.
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