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Good-Bye, baby |
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Baby, good-bye |
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Divine, oh Divine |
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Falling like a picture of time |
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Oh he was the Mother of America |
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He was my self-determined guru |
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Myself, I hold your big fat heart in my hands |
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And I hold your burning heart in my hands |
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A supernova |
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A flame on fire |
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Shining in the darkness |
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Did someone mention a rapture |
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Well I turn to think of you |
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Who walked the way with so much pain |
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Who holds the mirror up to fools |
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And I'll murder the ingrates |
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Who stand in our way! |
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And I'll swallow shit, laughing |
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On my bed of hay! |
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And I hold your burning heart in my hands |
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And I hold your burning heart in my hands |
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A supernova |
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A flame on fire |
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Shining in the darkness |
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Divine |
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Divine |
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A supernova |
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A flame on fire |
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Shining in the darkness |