Текст песни: Everything Rests On Your Small Shoulders + перевод

I remember when you thought you found god

Painted a cross on your forehead

And wandered around my backyard like a saint

Or a shepherd tending to his flock

The irony was not lost on me

And for all your newfound love

You still seemed like a bastard

Then, you carried on like all the world was yours

To pity and to teach and comfort

(as if because, somehow, you forgave yourself

That all your terrible deeds have been undone)

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