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How does it feel to be completely unreal |
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How does it feel to be a voter |
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How does it feel to be a voluntary heel |
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I wonder who's it is |
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I see you queuing up outside Saint Peter's gate, |
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You can feel bonafide if you ride with the tide |
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But it's not real |
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How does it feel to be out on your own |
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How does it feel to be thinking |
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How does it feel to be out on the run |
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With the mindless world at your heels |
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I wish I had no answers to put to you |
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Cos they got me so high tied I feel |
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like most of me has died |
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And it's real |
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And outside on the dragon |
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And inside in the cold |
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Mammy's on the bandwagon, daddy's just getting old |
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And through the blood spew heavens |
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The roar of lust complains: |
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Please let me in I have no sin, but you know I'm not real |
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And how does it feel to be the master's right hand nose |
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How does it feel to be lieutenant |
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How does it feel to be stood on someone's toes |
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With a leech bleeding you for rent, |
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When you say you want a bit more rank |
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You wanna be a big wheel |
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You can feel magnified if you hide in |
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your pride... It's not real |
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And how does it feel with a white flag in your fist |
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How does it feel to have two faces |
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How does it feel with your god strapped to your wrist |
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And him leading you such a chase |
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You got one set of words for him, |
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and you got another for me |
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You're gonna feel mystified when you're identified |
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Don't worry kid it's not real |
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And outside on the dragon |
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And inside in the cold |
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Mammy's on the bandwagon, daddy's just getting old |
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And through the blood spew heavens |
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The roar of lust complains: |
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Please let me in I have no sin, but you know I'm not real |
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And through the blood spew heavens |
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The roar of lust complains: |
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Please let me in I have no sin, but you know I'm not real |