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Punk rock party in a suburban home |
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Everybody's famous here |
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but nobody's known |
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We got no music 'cause |
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the speaker's blown |
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Apart |
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The spirit's moving through a seaside town |
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I'm born again to the latest sound |
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New wave airwaves swirling |
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around my heart |
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You no longer got a hold on me |
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I'm out of Lucifer's hands |
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You no longer got a hold on me |
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You're no longer in control of me |
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I am |
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The NME is spitting |
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from an inky page |
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St. John the Divine is gonna take the stage |
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Like a talent show |
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where your talent is your rage |
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I'm in |
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Prayers of fire on a raindog night |
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Young men see visions |
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beyond sound or sight |
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The Velvets beginning to see the light |
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Amen |
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You no longer got a hold on me |
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I'm out of Lucifer's hands |
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You no longer got a hold on me |
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You're no longer in control of me |
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I am |
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wooh wooh wooh |
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Yes, I can change the world |
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Yes, I can change the world |
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The poor breaking bread |
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That's made out of stone |
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The rich man won't eat |
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He's eating alone |
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That's easy |
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But I can't change the world in me |
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You no longer got a hold on me |
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I'm out of Lucifer's hands |
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You no longer got a hold on me |
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You're no longer in control of me |
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I am |
