Well you praise him
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Then you thank him
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Til you reach the by-and-by
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And I've won hundreds at the track
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But I'm not betting on the afterlife
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Then you kiss his lips
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He forgives you for it
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He forgives you for all you've done
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But not me
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I'm still angry
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What have I done?
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Why am I always messin' with
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The big guns?
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First I'll build a sword
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Get some words to explain
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It's a plan, brother, at least
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And I'll pretend that everybody here wants peace
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Have mercy, have mercy, have mercy on me
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Cause we're tired and lonely and we're bloody
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What have we done?
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Why are we still running
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From our own failing bodies?
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The big guns, the big guns...
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Sing mercy, sing mercy, sing mercy on me
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Let's pretend that everybody here wants peace
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What have we done?
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Why are we still chasing our own tails and runnin?
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from the big guns, the big guns, the big guns
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The Big Guns
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| Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins |
