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Take a walk, out the gate you go and never stop |
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Past all the stores and wig shops |
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Quarter in a cup for every block |
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And watch the buildings grow smaller as you go |
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Down the tracks, beautiful |
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McMansions on a hill |
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That overlook a highway with riverboat casinos |
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And you still have yet to see a soul |
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JesuslandJesusland |
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Town to town, broadcast to each house |
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They drop your name but no one knows your face |
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Billboard's quoting things you'd never say |
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You hang your head and pray |
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For Jesusland |
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JesuslandMiles and miles and the sun goin' down |
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Pulses glow from their homes |
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You're not alone, lights come on |
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As you lay your weary head on their lawn |
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Parking lots cracked and growing grass |
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You see it all from offices to farms |
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Crosses flying high above the malls |
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A longer walk |
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Through Jesusland |
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Jesusland |
