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Earnesty and clarity |
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Those wonderful mentalities |
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Of decent positivity |
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Are all that we can strive |
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But misery and poverty |
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They follow me, my family |
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And though it seems that I can't win |
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I think I have to try |
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And everyone's afraid of me |
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They'll never see that we all bleed |
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The same damn blood each night |
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So you'll go your way |
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And I'll go mine |
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I hope we meet up later on down the line |
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And sense and sensibility |
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And peaceful productivity |
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A pretty girl with broken wings |
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Is all that I desire |
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But there's so much hostility |
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In all the things surrounding me |
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The awful glow of enmity |
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Is trying to stop my shine |
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So I try to look inwardly |
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At all the things inside of me |
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But sodomy and buggery |
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Keep bubbling to the top |
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So you'll go forward |
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And I'll go back |
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I hope we catch up with each other on this track |
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And I've been thinking awkwardly |
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About the things that are holy |
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Like Jesus, Joseph, and Mary |
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And Mary Magdalene |
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And even theoretically |
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I don't think I could ever see |
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The perfect human being, Jesus |
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Live without sin |
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So you'll go upward |
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And I'll go down |
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You'll go upward |
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And I'll go down |
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You'll go upward |
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And I'll go down |
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I'll see you in hell when we die |