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I had my good things you had your bad my skin stayed sterile to the sores you had Lord have mercy upon me a sinner. i distracted my eyes so your image wouldn't last Lord have mercy upon me a sinner i didn't hear the prophets because i was talking too fast Lord have mercy on me a sinner now my tongue's drying up like the rich man Lord have mercy on me a sinner smell smoke, start to choke it's approaching fast Lord have mercy on me a sinner i'll come to Afghanistan/Lazarus now, before i can't pass Lord have mercy on me a sinner it wasn't me they said as missiles sped at houses they fled while Afghanistan bled it wasn't me i said as i sat well fed the newspaper read they've but grass for bread and we eat ourselves to death From Letras Mania