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There are no ghosts |
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Watching through your walls |
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So put the cross down |
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And there are no angels |
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Reading your thoughts |
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Keep your feet on this ground |
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We're getting scared yet |
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The man in the blue suit's got gun |
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Are we there yet? |
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The congregation's been sold off |
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They've been bought |
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What to do about tomorrow? |
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Please let it come, just let it come |
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What you gonna do about today, man? |
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It's right here, staring you in the face |
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What a difference that would make |
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If we were finally awake |
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We're getting scared yet |
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The man in the blue suit's got gun |
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And are we there yet? |
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The congregation's been killed off |
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Are we getting scared yet? |
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We drop our bombs to lift them up, to lift them up |
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You've gotta be out of your head |
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Is it worth all the dead? |
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Do you like it? |
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Does the wife |
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Does the wife |
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Does the wife |
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Does the wife |
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Does the wife |
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Does the wife |
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Does the wife[Incomprehensible] |
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Does the wife mind the touch |
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Of your reddened hand |
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Or the money on your breath? |
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Does your balance turn her on |
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Regardless of the sin? |
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Hide your eyes watching sunbeams |
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And you can't see this creeping pack of dogs[Incomprehensible][Incomprehensible] |
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Blind your eyes watching sunbeams |
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You can't see this creeping pack of dogs |
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Blind your eyes watching sunbeams |
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The pure bred beasts wait licking their chops |
