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I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god I can duel the devil in my sleep All the day waiting for my midnight creep If you love me, don't expect a lot I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god Well, I can steal your heart from you Hide it in my walking shoes Leave before the band gets hot I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god I do better, I do better On my own Like a sick dog, Like a sick dog Ain't got no home Onto thine image made But, on that day the mold was broken, I'm afraid I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god Cobras coming out of my eyes Land of a thousand dances And the chances are Sharkskin will materialize I'm a poor imitation of god But there ain't nobody else Can't you see, girl, I'm trying to love ya But I can't even love myself I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god I'm a poor imitation of god
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