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Your personal religion |
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Your enthusiastic expression |
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Your daring clothes, your overdose |
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Your intimate songs |
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Your broken vows, your divorces |
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Your forced sexual discourses |
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Your tight jeans, your sun cream spirituality |
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It doesn't speak, doesn't speak |
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Your anti-depressant breakfast table |
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Your MTV porn feeding the children |
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How did your dad think you're worth the war? |
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Your clever quotes on independence |
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Your independent of loneliness |
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Your massive, massive lack of self control |
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It doesn't speak, it doesn't speak for me |
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It doesn't speak, it doesn't speak for me |
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Yeah, |
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You're taking care of your body |
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You're taking care of your soul |
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You're psycho, your psychoanalysis |
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Your T-shirt says punk, you're so rock and roll |
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You do whatever you want, oh I know I know |
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You're individual, individual-al-al vomit |
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It doesn't speak, it doesn't speak for me |
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It doesn't speak, it doesn't speak for me |
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With the sound of my city |
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With the blowing of the wind |
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And the silence of our children sleeping |
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Have I come to understand |
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With the pushing of the rivers |
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With the falling of the rain |
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With the dusting way it's drifting |
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I will sing and sing again |
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It's never gonna die, it's never gonna die, oh no |
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It's never gonna die, it's never gonna die |
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It's never gonna die, it's never gonna die, oh no |
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It's never gonna die, it's never never gonna die |
