I was a good kid I wouldn’t do you no harm I was a nice kid with a nice paper-round Forgive me any pain I may have brung to you With God’s help I know I’ll always be near to you but Jesus hurt me When He deserted me / but I have forgiven Jesus for all the desire He placed in me when there’s nothing I can do with this desire I was good

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