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Oooooo... |
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As of lately |
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I don't believe open eyes |
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Not because it's so surprising |
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It's because they show me what |
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I want to see |
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Even when it can't be true |
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As much as I can tell |
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I'm an infidel |
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I'm an inconsequential shell |
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So I ask myself |
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Am I an infidel? |
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'Cause I don't believe |
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That my calluses are ever |
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Gonna leave |
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Oooooo... |
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Now you're gone |
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I can't believe the things I hear |
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Not because they're so damn piercing |
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It's because they whisper what |
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I wanna hear |
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Even when you can't mean it |
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As much as I can tell |
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I'm an infidel |
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I'm an inconsequential shell |
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So I ask myself |
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Am I an infidel? |
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'Cause I don't believe |
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Everything the eye tells me |
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Now I know |
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When the lightning will break |
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Because it all starts to ache |
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Before the clouds are in view |
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Now I know |
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When a flood will occur |
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Because my eyes start to blur |
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Before the waters immerse us |
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As much as I can tell |
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I'm an infidel |
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I'm an inconsequential shell |
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So I ask myself |
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Am I an infidel? |
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'Cause I don't believe |
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That my calluses are ever |
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Gonna leave |
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Oooooo... |