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I'm a preacher sweating in the pews
For the salvation I'm bringing you
I'm a salesman, I'm selling you 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 with the truth
Signing off I'm alright in bed
but I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright but it went to his head
I am god's gift but why would he bless me with
Such wit without a conscience equipped
I'm addicted to the way
I feel when I think of you, woah
There's too much green to feel blue
When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my head so close
Voulme goes with the truth
Signing off I'm alright in bed
but I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright 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 with the truth
Signing off I'm alright in bed
but I'm better with a pen
I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen
I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright but it went to his head
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