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Our idols lay in ruins |
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We'd have saved them if we could |
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But we still choose to worship |
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The places where our idols stood |
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Still believing |
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They can save us |
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I've lived this way |
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Too long to turn back now |
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Presuppositions set in stone |
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This coffin sealed by my own pride |
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And though it seems the sun will shine |
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I'll draw the shades and stay inside |
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If we've learned anything at all |
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It's that the ghosts of idols |
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Will do just as well |
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We all see what we want to anyway, anyway |
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Some things are better left unsaid |
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You know what's at stake |
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Some things are better left unsaid |
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As long as we keep it in textbooks |
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Then we'll be untouchable, untouchable |
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We hate to lie to children |
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But after all it's all for their own good |
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For their own good |
