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Album: A Steve Taylor Tribute - I Predict A Clone
There's a shaky hand shaking with the hand of the hostess,
Drank a little much, but she'll drive herself home if she can make it to her car,
She never saw the sign or the boy with his daddy, driving home late from their very first ballgame...and they don't get far,
Now the years run together as the guilt goes wild,
She still sees the body of an only child.
I'm only human, got no other reason,
Sin for a season.
Wealthy lips say, "Keep us from the evil one,"
Praying hands prey in the little into me, on the carcass of the cold,
Gonna get the good Lord to forgive a little sin,
Get the slate clean so he can dirty it again,
No one else will ever know,
But he reaps his harvest as his heart grows hard,
No man's gonna make a mockery of God.
I'm only human, got no other reason,
Sin for a season.
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