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I don't believe in much of anything |
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I threw that away when I found out |
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Jesus never learned to sing |
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I'll wear the crown if you say that it fits |
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You say my head has grown but it fits through the door |
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And you think |
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And you think I'm made of stone |
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I'm chiseled out of brick |
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I'm a vase that shatters |
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Holding such beautiful things |
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I'm made of stone |
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I'm chiseled out of brick |
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I believe in this |
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I believe in this |
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I believe in this |
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I'm a machine |
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I'm made of recycled clicks |
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To keep you in line when you step out of time |
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I rule with my iron fist |
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I think about the plan the whole world wrote for us |
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And sometimes it hurts |
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Sometimes it hurts |
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Sometimes it hurts |
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When you think I'm made of stone |
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I'm chiseled out of brick |
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I'm a vase that shatters |
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Holding such beautiful things |
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I'm made of stone |
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I'm chiseled out of brick |
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I believe in this |
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I believe in this |
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I believe in this |
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I believe in this |
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Stoned in my room |
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Yeah they would stone me in my sleep |
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I learned to stare the way that he did |
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The way that Jesus watched his sheep |
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I do this to breathe into the choir |
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I preach |
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You know how it feels |
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You know how it feels |
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You know how it feels |
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When I start to think you're made of stone |
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You're chiseled out of brick |
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You're the vase that shatters |
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Holding such a pitiful thing |
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You're made of stone |
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You're chiseled out of brick |
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I still believe in this |
