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I've leaned against the poker table with two bullets in my hand

 I've leaned against the bar because I was far too drunk to stand

I've worn a million faces in a life I never planned

I've stood before an alter praying that I understand

I've been completely genuine

I've been completely fake

I've been anything that would help me belong

I've tried to be a sinner

I've tried to be a saint

But in the middle of the Atlantic I'm not kidding anyone

I've thought about the gambler as I kneeled beneath the cross

I've never prayed as desperately than when I bet everything on one toss

I've kissed the flesh of beauty, though I never new her name

I've cut my skin clean open with only love to blame

I've been completely genuine

I've been completely fake

I've been anything they wanted me to be

I've tried to be a sinner

I've tried to be a saint

But in the middle of the Atlantic I can only be me