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Five, six, seven, eight |
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Oh, God is good, but I am great |
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I am delusional, I am rock and roll |
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And you're not gonna take it from me, no |
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Ain't there somethin' left to do around this town? |
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The collective shared thought is it's all been done |
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And we're not gonna do it again |
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Let's do it again |
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Don't let them in, they cannot be trusted |
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They've got bullets in their pockets |
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And blood pourin' from eye sockets |
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Don't let them in, they are holy ghosts |
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And they're not gonna be happy 'til everybody's clappin' along |
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Everybody's clappin' along |
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Everybody's clappin' along |
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Everybody's clappin' along |
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This place was supposed to be miraculous |
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But my water never turned to wine |
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I've got a really funny feelin' I'm goin' to Hell |
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If I don't make to Heaven on time |
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And I stare at my reflection |
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I watch my chest just rise and fall |
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You know, sometimes I wish that it did not ever come back up at all |
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Don't let them in, they cannot be trusted |
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They've got bullets in their pockets |
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And blood pourin' from eye sockets |
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Don't let them in, they are holy ghosts |
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And they're not gonna be happy 'til everybody's clappin' along |
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Everybody's clappin' along |
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Everybody's clappin' along |
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Everybody's clappin' along |
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Everybody's clappin' along |
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Five, six, seven, eight |
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We can bend you 'til you break |
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Don't let them in, they cannot be trusted |
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They've got bullets in their pockets |
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And blood pourin' from eye sockets |
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Don't let them in, they are holy ghosts |
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And they're not gonna be happy 'til everybody's clappin' along |
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Don't let them in, they cannot be trusted |
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They've got bullets in their pockets |
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And blood pourin' from eye sockets |
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Don't let them in, they are holy ghosts |
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And they're not gonna be happy 'til everybody's clappin' along |
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Everybody's clappin' along |
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Everybody's clappin' along |
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Everybody's clappin' along |
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Everybody's clappin' along |