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Cigarettes and trash furnishing your room |
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He claims to be from God |
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But, when was God this cold? |
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He said "Son, get on your knees and pray to me |
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With your mother I'll do what I please" |
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A colony of emotionless beings |
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Children, find your song |
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And let it take you to the golden dawn |
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See, old man, you done us wrong |
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You ain't no saint |
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And I'm not your son |
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I've never been your son |
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A blue ascending moon(?) |
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Mocks you from the sky |
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A tall blue on your roof(??) |
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And tears in your eye |
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He said "Son, get on your knees |
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You'll be redeemed" |
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But the Lord's so far from here |
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A distant dream, a nightmare's scream |
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Children, find your song |
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And let it take you to the golden dawn |
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See, old man, you done us wrong |
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You ain't no saint |
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And your time is done |
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Your time is done |
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Don't let it all take you away |
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The property of love |
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Children, find your gun |
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And let it take you to the golden dawn |
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Said, old man, you done us wrong |
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You ain't no saint |
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And I've just begun |
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Life's just begun |
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Children, find your gun |