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Album:Six |
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Title:CANCER |
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My book of Mormon |
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Wrapped in Turin |
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And it seems inferior and jittery |
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You preach elastic |
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To your jagged flock |
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In an eerie passion for self-flattery |
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I'm emotionally raped by Jesus |
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I'm emotionally raped by Jesus now |
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But I'm still here |
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Yes, somehow I'm still here |
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What now of my faith |
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Just a desperate exercise to limit pain |
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I am weak |
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I'm emotional and sensitive and frail |
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In need of some love |
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Pull the cancer from the Vatican's own state |
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Uninformed |
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You will harbour those who nurtured Europe's War |
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Keep turning my cheek |
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In a fragile state of violence left me weak |
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No guilt |
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Hold your people in disdain and steal their grace |
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I need replacement |
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To feel redefined |
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And it's just this matter of identity |
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You preach elastic |
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To your jagged flock |
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It's an eerie passion for self-flattery |
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Emotionally I'm wrapped in shame |
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Emotionally I feel I'm raped |
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Oh, emotionally in chains |
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What now of my faith |
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It's a desperate exercise to limit pain |
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No guilt |
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Hold your people in disdain and steal their grace |
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Keep turning my cheek |
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I'm emotional and sensitive and weak |
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Uninformed |
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You have harboured those who nurtured Europe's War |
