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Everybody say god is a good man |
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Ah, clock on the world |
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Driving a dump truck up to the sun |
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A sigh in the human heart |
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I look at the clock on the wall |
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It says three minutes to midnight |
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Faith is blind when we're so near |
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Phar lap floating in a jar |
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Seas full of submarines, a.w.a.c.'s like flies |
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Truth gets harder to define |
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Talking in tongues |
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But the dancer's hand grips the rail |
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And fingers will blister on the 88's |
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Hope drains out of the side of the page |
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But ear's can't hear |
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What eyes don't see |
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And you can't see me |
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Everybody say god is a good man |
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Everybody say 1,2,3 |
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Set up those gunsights in h.g. wells backyard |
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I.c.b.m's, s.s.20's they lie so dormant they got so many |
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Remember your childhood |
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Remember the journey |
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Hope is what you say and do |
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(moginie/garrett) |