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No miracles gonna save you now |
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No profound word's gonna show |
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You how No revelation's gonna change the way |
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You live No wise man's gonna come |
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And take your hand |
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No awakening lies in store for you |
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No effort you submit will deliver you. |
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No picture worth a million words |
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No Salvation worth a million lives |
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Will ever open your eyes so that |
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You could really see |
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You've come this far doin what |
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You do so why change now |
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Your doin fine |
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I'll candy coat another rhyme for you. |
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You're on a speedball |
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And it's goin' straight to hell |
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And I don't wanna get in your way |
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You're on a rocket and it's goin' |
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Straight down |
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You've lit the fuse set |
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The fire now there's no one |
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Left to save you. |
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Someone pulled the chair right |
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Under you, now you're swingin' by the |
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Neck and still you continue to smile |
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Step right up and get your fix |
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Climb back to your crucifix |
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We're burnin' the world down tonight. |
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No new improved better lookin' god |
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No antiestablishmentariant? |
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Punk rock song will save the world |
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Tonight We're on a speedball goin' to hell |
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A one-way trip to |
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Candyland and you |
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Ain't got no reason to fight |
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You don't have the answers |
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You don't have the solutions |
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Somehow it always ends up |
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Working out. |