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Can't you see, my dear, what you create is greater than great |
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It's beautiful and valid |
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Go tell the false friend, who doubts your art: |
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"Hey, toss my caustic salad!" |
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Their noise pollution is a one-night stand |
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A closet corporate ballad |
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Compose the theme, compose the theme |
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That seems to haunt the sultan's dreams |
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Yes their truth is a lie, a sickly, sober sky |
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Don't you dare lie down your spear and die, oh small fry |
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Crime of the century, know what it meant to me |
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They'll label us what they can never be |
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So hate me, but |
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I am in your heart |
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I am in your heart |
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Pulling it apart |
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All those magazines and stifled teens |
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Whose trite teething is outdated |
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Have miniscule minds of clay in need of chiseling away |
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This war's been reinstated |
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So spit a wad in the face of their fucking flawless race |
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And all they've consecrated |
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I won't believe the twisted web they weave |
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They can't stitch you silent now, or bitch the violence out |
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I'm disavowed, disavowed, I'm proud to shun their know-how |
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The wolf begat the lamb, now it's in his hands |
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I'm reeling from a feeling that they've banned |
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Our last stand goes |
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I am in your heart (Burning up a black hole) |
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I am in your heart (Burning up a black hole) |
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Pulling it apart |
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Hallelujah, love lost |
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Hallelujah, love lost |
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Hallelujah, love lost |
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I've got an empty wallet and a record cover |
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The stage, hot and worn like an aging lover |
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So I spew a comet of verbal vomit |
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Sacrilegious, of Christ or Islamic |
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It's full of piss and they'll never stop |
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Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on |
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Kill the kindly ones |
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The ever blinded ones |
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We stand and face you now, we will not run |
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Crime of the century, know what it meant to me |
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Just you wait and, just you wait and see where your lemming line leads |
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I am in your heart (Burning up a black hole) |
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I am in your heart (Burning up a black hole) |
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Pulling it apart (Burning up a black hole) |
