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If I run uphill |
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I'm out of breath |
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If I spend all of my money |
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I've got no money left |
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If I place all of my chips on only one bet |
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I'm all in |
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And it's a surefire bet |
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I'm gonna die |
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So I'm taking up praying on |
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Sunday nights |
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And it's not that |
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I believe in your almight |
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But I might as well as insurance or bail |
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Cause institution's like a big bright lie |
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And it blinds you into fear and consuming and fight |
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And you've been in the desert underneath the charging sky |
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It's just you and |
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God But what if |
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God's not there? |
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But his name is on your dollar bill |
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Which just became cab fare |
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For the Evangelist, the |
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Communist, the |
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Lefts and the |
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Rights And the hypocrites and the |
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Jesuits and the blacks and the whites |
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It's in the belly of the beast |
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In the Atlanta streets |
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Or up in Laurel |
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Canyon The verge of |
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Middle East |
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Still they're dying on the dark continent |
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It's been happening long enough to mention it |
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Have I mentioned my parents are getting back together again |
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It's been 25 years |
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Of spreading infection |
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Somehow we're not affected |
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So my mom, she brushes her hair |
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And my dad starts growing |
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Bob Dylan's beard |
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And I share with my friends a couple of beers |
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In the Orlando streets |
