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Ugly apparition, God's gift to oxygen |
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The puffed up immortal son |
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How they love him 'cause he'll become |
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The ghost at number one |
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How does it feel |
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To be the only one? |
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How does it feel |
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To be the only one that knows that you're right? |
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How does it feel |
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To be a loaded gun? |
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How does it feel |
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Inside a chamber packed with piss and spite? |
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Sure life's no cherry but a cupcake for the meek |
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So he shoots up his poison |
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Until the frosting tastes so sweet |
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(Like the Valentine) |
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Yeah, he's givin' it all he's got |
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The king of rebels hit the jackpot |
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But his finish line was an artistic flop |
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Even the critics can't outrun the ghost at number one |
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How does it feel |
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To be the only one? |
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How does it feel |
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To be the only one that knows that you're right? |
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How does it feel |
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To be a chalk line dollar sign? |
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How does it feel |
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About the address all the widows write? |
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Mrs. Lynn, the fruit of your labor |
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Gives us a Saviour, nappy superstar |
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To you we bid congratulations, to him adulation |
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A blessed life begun for the ghost at number one |
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How does it feel |
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To be the only one? |
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How does it feel |
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To be the only one that knows that you're right? |
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How does it feel |
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To be a visionary poet? |
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How does it feel |
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To pack a pen with vinegar and insight? |
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How does it feel |
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To be the only one? |
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How does it feel |
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To be the only one that knows that you're right? |
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How does it feel |
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To be a so deep down underground? |
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How does it feel |
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To be the only one who knows you've been buried alive? |
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Mrs. Lynn, the fruit of your labor |
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Gives us a Saviour |
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Mrs. Lynn, the fruit of your labor |
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Gives us a Saviour |