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I sit in front of this TV |
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And I can feel it swallow me |
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Dull my brain and steal my soul |
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Seduce me til my heart is cold |
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You can watch a student die |
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Or a plane fall from the sky |
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In a thousand dollar dress |
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Are glamour girls with plastic breasts |
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See our cripples, blind and deaf |
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With your money make them blessed |
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Let us show them that you care |
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You only see them once a year |
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God is here, He talks to me |
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And through the man whose tears preach |
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Show me something I can buy |
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So God will keep me high and dry |
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Is it real, I don't know |
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Turn it off, where do they go? |
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Is it real, can you tell |
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Apparitions hot from hell |
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Black Rock me girls on video |
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Dance sex with me on tipi toe |
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Beauty without tenderness |
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And they ridicule in a tiny dress |
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Only seven miles away |
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Lie victims of that black brigade |
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Three boys are shot and one is dead |
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As I stretch out on my bed |
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God is here, He talks to me |
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And through the man whose tears preach |
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Show me something I can buy |
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So God will keep me high and dry |
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Is it real, I don't know |
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Turn it off, where do they go? |
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Is it real, can you tell |
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Apparitions hot from hell |
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They're dying, dying in my room |
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They're laughing and they're dancing too |
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Crying, lost everything they own |
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And smiling on big Bob's game show |
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I'll go for the car, Bob, I'll go for the car |
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I want the car, Bob, I want the car |
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Behind the glass, inside the light |
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What is on the box tonight? |
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Is it real, I don't know |
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Turn it off, where do they go? |
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Is it real, can you tell |
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Apparitions hot from hell |
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I'm attending every day |
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The clinic of the cathode ray |
