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Oh |
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I'll be catchin' stones |
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It's nothing biblical |
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'cause I'd never tell you I'm a man of God and leave you with |
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An out of focus poem |
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But all the kids know |
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'cause they've been coddled in the cradle of a barely broken home. |
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Are you happy now? |
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You draw a big crowd |
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Car wreck without a sound. |
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And Arms like attic doors. |
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Open up, yeah I'd like to join you. |
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You can talk to God and I'll just watch. |
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Oh, and I'll just watch.. |
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And he said, "My scars... |
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Now I have a T-Shirt to go with my... |
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My scars... yeah now I have a T-Shirt |
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To go with my..." |
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So... |
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When you cash a cheque, do you let it bleed? |
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Let it breathe, brand it like cattle wearing your marquee. |
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Everyone can see |
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You made an emblem |
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Out of "the broken" "the kind of broken" the "I wish I was broken." |
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'other day, found a boy with a long face, |
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'said "Sir, I swear, I swear I'm okay.." |
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Don't need to wish upon the stars.. |
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Now I have a t-shirt, to go with my... |
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Scars. |
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Oh, my scars... |
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Now I have a t-shirt, to go with my.. |
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My scars, yeah.. Now I have a t-shirt, to go with my scars.. |
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Are you happy now? |
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Are you happy now? |
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Are you happy now? |
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Oh, You draw a big crowd! |
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You count your money in the dead of the night |
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Oh, oh |
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You've got your very own heaven sent Jesus Christ. |
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Christ, what's the hell that make me? |
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Parasite, parasite. |
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Write it anywhere that you'd like. |
