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Jesus was a little gay But you shouldn't call him that He didn't have a thing Except a little black book And he sold it for a t-shirt Aw you can see me falling apart Aw you can see me falling apart Aw you can see me falling apart Aw you can see me falling apart I hit the odd lady again Cause you didn't call me back I hear the angels sing And they put me in here Cause I wore a pink t-shirt Aw you can see me falling apart Aw you can see me falling apart Aw you can see me falling apart Aw you can see me falling apart And I can hear the dog at night Talking to the candle light Wait up Yeah it could've been the waiter And I can't eat the porcupine And where is my candyline Candyline Aw you can see me falling apart Aw you can see me falling apart Aw you can see me falling apart Aw you can see me falling apart