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Let's begin, I am ready, let's begin |
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Sell my soul to him |
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Shed my skin, I just wanna shed my skin |
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I don't wanna sell my soul to him |
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Mechanize, city bursts and farmers die |
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They cry |
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Sleep face down in a goods train heading south in the rain |
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In this world I often think you'd understand me |
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In these words I often think you'd recognise me |
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'cos I just wanna swim with the fish in the sea |
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and I want faith to heal so that I can be clean |
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America's great now |
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If you don't talk back |
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You hide your face |
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Crawl and rubble, |
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And smile and small |
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That snails-paced creature |
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Going up and down walls |
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Celebrate, I just want to celebrate |
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I'm not going to sell my soul to him |
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When you look right in |
