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I'm a preacher
Sweating in the pew
For the salvation
I'm bringing you
I'm a salesman
I'm selling you hooks, and plans
And myself, making demands

(Chorus)
When I'm home alone
I just dance by myself
And you pull my hips so close
Volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen"
The kid was alright
But it went to his head

I am God's gift
Why would He bless me with
Such wit without
A conscience equipped
I'm addicted to the way i feel

When I think of you
"There's too much green
To feel blue"

(Chorus)
When I'm home alone
I just dance by myself
And you pull my hips so close
Volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen"
The kid was alright
But it went to his head

When I'm home alone
I just dance by myself
And you pull my hips so close
Volume goes with the truth
Signing off "I'm alright in bed
But I'm better with a pen"
The kid was alright
But it went to his head

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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Songwriters: WENTZ, PETER / STUMP, PATRICK / TROHMAN, JOSEPH / HURLEY, ANDREW