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Black Sabbath |
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Sabotage |
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The Thrill Of It All |
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Inclination of direction, walk the turned and twisted rift |
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With the children of creation futuristic dreams we sift |
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Clutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cry |
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Any deadly final answers that are surely doomed to die |
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Won't you help me Mr. Jesus, won't you tell me if you can? |
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When you see this world we live in, do you still believe in Man? |
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If my songs become my freedom, and my freedom turns to gold |
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Then I'll ask the final question, if the answer could be sold |
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Well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it |
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'Cause I've got no reason to lie, yeah |
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Forget your problems that don't even exist |
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And I'll show you a way to get high, oh yeah |
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Oh yeah! |
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So come along, you know you matter to me |
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Remember freedom is not hard to find, yeah |
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Time to stop all your messing around |
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Don't you think that I know my own mind, oh yeah |
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Oh yeah! |
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Why can't you believe, it's not here to perceive |
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Do you always have to be told, yeah |
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For you have been taught that if your mind has been bought |
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Life's entire answer was sold, oh yeah |
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Oh yeah! |
