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Went down for an ashtray |
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Came back up with a hammer |
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It's hard to concentrate when no one you know |
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Is in the know |
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Yeah, scientists they do insist |
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My friends, man, they're all depressed |
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As I'm trying to get to the gist |
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And into the aftershow |
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So I rattle on a little while |
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Find a principle, offend my style |
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Any number I'm gonna dial |
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I know someone will accommodate |
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I spoke too much, I wanna fight |
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Repeat the same shit I said last night |
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Did 34 push-ups |
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Should have done 68 |
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But I believe in anything |
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As long as it just has that ring |
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Of truth, I can lay down my head |
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I've seen so many people lost |
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I still believe at any cost |
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That we musta been misled |
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Oh, your God |
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So if tragedy would make you feel |
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You need a divine drug to heal |
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And a better god cuts a better deal |
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That's what you got |
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See, I'm stuck in this ungodly game |
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And I only have myself to blame |
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In the name of the father, in the name of fame |
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In the name of what |
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In the name of something bigger |
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Your god can only snigger |
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The sight of all this rigour |
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Is sex the only trigger for love |
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Or was it the other way round? |
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'Cause it's only beauty that makes me sweat |
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And to me it seems the best bet yet |
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In your head and in your bed |
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That's my hallowed ground |
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'Cause I believe in anything |
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As long as it just has that ring |
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Of truth, I can lay down my head |
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I've seen so many people lost |
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I still believe at any cost |
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That we musta been misled |
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Oh, your God |
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Who looks, who looks, who looks |
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Over my shoulder |
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It's in everything true |
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Hell, it's in me and you |
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Like a second or two |
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You believe |
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It don't come from above |
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This concentration and love |
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You gotta believe it |
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To see it |
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Oh, your God |
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Who looks, who looks |
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Over my shoulder |
