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I write heresies and sign my name, |
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publish and perish all the same. |
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You ask why should I not stay? |
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Your sobrieties are all a shame |
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If you have pills on the candle flame. |
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Tell me, where's your doubter's face? |
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Your anxieties caught in a pill |
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Makes you feel like you can feel |
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When your religion is all DeMille |
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Just wash it down, wash the lies out from the real. |
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With your doubts, it's all the same |
| [01:32.17] |
Now you see how it feels to say, |
| [01:37.05] |
"I fell off my name." |
| [01:58.70] |
Your computer says your time is gone |
| [02:02.72] |
You've been idle for too long. |
| [02:06.32] |
You give up now, and turn away |
| [02:09.48] |
And when the virus makes your blood start to decay |
| [02:16.75] |
With your doubts, it's all the same |
| [02:23.63] |
Now you see how it feels to say, |
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"I fell off my name." |
