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Have you ever felt too far gone to be a sinner |
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But you know yourself too well to ever be a saint? |
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Well it's okay 'cause the kids are making models of |
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God out of paper mache |
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Why did you ever vow to take the decadent path? ' |
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Cause you smile like a devil and shut up like a trap |
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Well it's okay 'cause you fixed your scruff so now you can be properly scragged |
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Despair and disease spread on dollar bills |
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Convenience, well it strips you bare of consciousness |
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Have you ever felt a moment of aphasia? |
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Have you ever met your match at the apex? |
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You ever fall down so hard that everything shakes |
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Have you ever been in the corner of the room |
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And it feels like the farthest corner of the world? |
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Did you find it hard just to be so sure? |
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Well there ain't no arrows on the moon |
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And there ain't no wishes on the stars |
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And there ain't no hero in your world |
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We got no reason to feel sure |
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Farmed in a factory gets devoured |
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And the manmade machinery gets empowered |
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And if you don't your milk young man |
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You know it will turn sour |
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And I watch sixty minutes go by hour after hour after hour! |
