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It's out of reach, a needle in the hay |
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And like a leach, it's always here to stay |
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So make the speech, no one dares to say |
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But if you preach, the world is in your way, the world is in your way |
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Still you stare and pray at suns, they'll burn your eyes, red |
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Picking, pulsing, you're preaching |
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It's hell to pay, now, now |
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You're pissing off the world now, you're pissing off the world now |
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And if I lead, no one's in my way |
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And I won't bleed for an innocent charade |
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So take your needs and throw them all away |
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Cause if you bleed, the world is in your way, the world is in your way |
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Still you stare and pray at suns, they'll burn your eyes, red |
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Picking, pulsing, you're preaching |
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It's hell to pay, now, now |
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You're pissing off the world now, you're pissing off the world now |
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Now, now you're pissing off the world now |
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You're pissing off the world now |
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The world is in your way |
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The world is in your way |
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The world is in your way |
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The world is in your way |
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(It's hell to pay, now) |