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God Made Me

The Sundays

Looking for an insult there's a trickle in my head 
Seeing it's worth the effort I forgive myself 
Talks that we had are becoming a blur 
If only I could love my neighbour 
Waiting here for the next time with a bottle in my hand 
Doing it for the exercise I forget myself 
The face thet you had is becoming a blur 
But how was I supposed to know that? 

Because God made me
That's all they told me before
And how about you?
And it's off to work we go 
Now you can forget about a labour of love 

It just won't wash anymore
We'd love to be good but we'd rather be bad 
But how was I supposed to know that? 

Because God made me
That's all they told me before
And how about you?
Because God made people 
That was the luck of the draw 
We do what we want 

God made me
That's what they told me before 
Who knows what they'll say today? 
Because God made me for his sins 
Imagine my eyes when I first saw 
We can do what we want 
How could I know? 
How could I know about it?

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