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.:: Potiphar's Door ::. When I was a little boy, I couldn't know the cost of going to war When I counted 'em and walked that aisle, you know that I couldn't count that high But now I can count that high And I'm counting' 1, 2, 3, 4 Don't wanna fight this good fight no more So I'm knocking on Potiphar's door sayin' "Hey, on second thought, I might be in for some more" So I'm knocking on Potiphar's door While the keeper of the keys and the knocker on the door says "Don't you live for what I died for" So I'm staring' through the window screen Wishing I could do all those things I've seen I know it's sin that leads to death but it looks like fun to me And fun is the one thing I need Because this race has knocked the wind all out of me There are so many things I wish I had done before I repented And when I said it, sometimes I wonder if I really meant it I have this bad habit of raisin' the dead And inviting them to eat at the table in my head The old house it has been plundered, the deed has changed hands The owner is all bound up and exiled to a foreign land From Letras Mania