Everyday I wake up I see footprints on the ceiling,
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didn't realise they came from me
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All we ever wanted here was something to believe in
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Heaven's closed down, Mecca's obsolete
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Well it's a hallelujah day and I'm a Walther P.P.K.
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If I told you my story, man you wouldn't believe it
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'cos the things I've seen and do are hard to percieve
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And so I'll stop my talking now and draw back the curtain
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Only thing you're finding out
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Nothing's for certain. Nothing's for certain
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Watching my head go round
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She's watching my head go round
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She's watching my head
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Watching my head go round
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It can't be that easy sharing someone with a demon
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Go and find yourself out on the street
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No smoke without fire they say,
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now Adam's burning Eden
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Nothing ever turns out like it seems
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Well it's a Hallelujah day, and I'm a Walther P.P.K.
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If I told you my story, man you wouldn't believe it
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'cos the things I've seen and done are hard to percieve
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And so I'll stop my talking now and draw back the curtain
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Only thing your finding out
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Nothing's for certain
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Nothing's for certain
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Watching my head go round
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Prodigal Song
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| Puressence |
