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Who's the hippy now? |
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I cut it off to make you proud |
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Abuse my limbs until the sun goes down |
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I don't wanna be alone again |
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Got Jesus' autograph |
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No handshake or pat on the ass |
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His saving grace was talking fast |
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I don't wanna be bored again |
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Am I ready to take that chance? |
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Put my faith in someone else |
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Let's use this dynamite |
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We're only making noises |
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I'll make the brightness yours |
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So we can deny who we are |
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I love you but not today |
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The darkness fell like a shout |
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Am I ready to take that chance? |
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Put my faith in someone else |
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Let's use this dynamite |
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We're only making noises |
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Together we stand |
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We're at the bottom of the cove |
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It looked like rain but it felt like snow |
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Because wherever we stand |
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We're at the bottom of the hole |
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We'll dig our way out but we'll still say no |
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The wound is king and how |
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His whorses turn they make him proud |
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His vision's clipped like wings and crowns |
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Let's use this photograph |
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He's never even had the chance |
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To believe in something else |
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Let's use this dynamite |
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We're only making noises |
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We want to affect a change |
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With voice and electrical noises |
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Together we stand |
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We're at the bottom of the cove |
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It looked like rain but it felt like snow |
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Because wherever we stand |
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We're at the bottom of the hole |
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We'll dig our way out but we'll still say no |
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We want to affect a change |
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With voice and electrical noises |
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Wherever we crash we're gonna blame it on the old |
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Unique to the touch and crippled to the bone |
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However we stand they'll be swinging from the ropes |
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Unfinished and young or unhappy and old |
