Now I might be old fashioned,
out dated,
and abandoned.
I might be starved to the bone,
left alone,
but this city ain't so silent anymore.
And I confess all my sins,
and I'll be damned if i let the devil win.
It hurts to breathe the stale air behind your rosary.
What you see is a reflection of you not next to me.
I confess all my sins, and I'll be damned if I let the devil win.
Purpose driven from the beginning,
who am I kidding I never fit in.
I confess all my sins and I'll be damned if I let the devil win.
Artist: Roy Drusky
Artist: John Lennon
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Artist: Graham Coxon