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God loves cars, and god loves sex.
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God loves liquor, and cigarretes.
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He's a fool for the rush just like the rest of em'.
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Cause God is scared of his own death.
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And he dabbles in drugs on the weekend.
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Sometimes on a Sunday,
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When the choir starts singing and the kids they watching,
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and the angels need a reason to pray.
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I bet it gets lonely in heaven,
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I bet God is lost too,
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I bet it gets lonely in heaven,
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well I bet that god sings the blues.
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God loves Audrey Hepburn,
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And he loves Marilyn Munroe.
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For all those scenes in all those movies,
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No one really knows.
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And he seduces himself with his own eyes in the mirror,
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on the top floor of the Mariot.
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It's times like that when God really needs a friend,
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sometimes the Devil's all he's got.
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I bet it gets lonely in heaven,
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I bet that God is lost too,
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I bet it gets lonely in heaven,
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well I bet that God sings the blues.
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Sometimes the devils all you got,
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sometimes the devils all you got,
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well I bet its lonely in heaven,
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sometimes the devils all you got,
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sometimes the devils all you got,
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sometimes the devils all you got,
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well I bet it gets lonely in heaven,
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sometimes the devils all you got.
Written by Brett Emmons/Jay Emmons/Chris Huot/Chris Koster/Adam Paquette