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You say your proud to be |
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One of the people |
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Hands on the money |
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And your feet on the ground |
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Shouting out loud |
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From the top of the steeple |
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Counting the flock while |
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Collecting their pounds |
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All you theiving wheeler dealers |
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In the healing zone |
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Giving me fever fever fever fever |
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Down to my bones |
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I pray |
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And nothing happens |
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Jesus |
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It's all in my mind |
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You say |
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Stop looking for answers |
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And reasons |
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They're all in your mind |
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All in you mind |
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Covered in flies |
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And smothered in lava |
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I can't scratch my itches |
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With these pumise stone hands |
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I dream of my days |
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As a desert farmer |
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Living my life |
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On the fat of the sand |
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All you theiving wheeler dealers |
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In the healing zone |
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Giving me fever fever fever fever |
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Down to my bones |
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I pray |
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And nothing happens |
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Jesus |
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It's all in my mind |
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You say |
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Stop looking for answers |
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And reasons |
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They're all in your mind |
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All in your mind |
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Stuck in a world |
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Losing it's way and wonder |
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I wonder what happened |
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To the world we knew |
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Splitting the atom |
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And feeling it's thunder |
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Could never ever make me |
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Feel the way you do |
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You give me fever fever fever fever |
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Down to my bones |
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Fever fever fever fever |
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In the healing zone |
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I pray |
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And nothing happens |
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Jesus |
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It's all in my mind |
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You say |
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Stop looking for answers |
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And reasons |
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They're all in your mind |
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All in your mind |
