Around my neck there is an albatross.
Some people think it looks, looks like a cross,
But it's not, it's - well it's an albatross.
There to remind me of who I'll never be, never be, never be.
Hung around my neck with pride,
This piece of wood where Jesus died.
I know I'll never be like You,
But, God, I want to try.
Around my neck there is an albatross.
Some people think it looks, looks like a cross,
But it's not, it's - well, it's an albatross.
There to remind me of who I'll never be, never be, never be.
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