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As God sits with |
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His head in |
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His hands, tapping |
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His pen on the ashtray |
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Cos the humans just don't get ugly |
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Back from the dead with your head in your hands |
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Banging your fists on the table like a monkey |
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In these words from |
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Solomon's hand, everything |
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I know must pass |
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It's the only way |
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I can grow |
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Passion? Give me some empathy (don't let me down) |
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You took the car to the highest viewing point |
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A place of outstanding natural beauty, where everything is plain to see |
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This intoxicating mixture of self loathing and ecstasy |
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I wish I could just be grateful, the more |
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I live the less |
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I know It's only spinning molecules, racing back and forth |
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So why does it feel so bad? |
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If this energy exists forever, everything you need to know you already know |
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Cos I'm signing on the dole, and |
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I'm signing my life away |
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I just want you to know how this makes me feel today |
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I don't care what you write or what you say about me |
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Cos I just wanna see some empathy |
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Cos most of us are too afraid to come out in the sunlight |
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And get shot down in flames for what we believe is right |
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This makes me shit scared and scarred |
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Like the fire in the sky is like the fire in your heart |
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And I don't need to be ripping myself apart for you, for you |
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But the time has come to understand the depths of the soul |
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And it's at your most broken you will understand |
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Like we do, like we do, for you for you for you for you |