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Something just like television |
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Burns right through my brain and vision |
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I can't make a decision because of you |
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And all your psychic intuition |
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Could not make me stop and listen |
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I'd be bustin' out my prison too |
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And hold me down in holy water |
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Wash away my pain |
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Strange |
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When I think about change |
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It's a shame girl |
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You are the one I know |
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For seven years your superstition |
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Played out like a new religion |
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Then we saw the fake incision you |
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And you became the main attraction |
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Gave me so much satisfaction |
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Looking back I just wanted too |
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And hold me down in holy water |
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Wash away my pain |
