| Have you ever seen the sun?
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| Cringe and wither as it becomes
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| A memory in a mutant’s mind
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| They call it glory, I call it crime
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| A million bodies marching
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| To pomp and circumstance
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| While the cabinet is watching
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| «Do or die» becomes the code
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| Hallucination stage
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| While eating a mushroom cloud
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| Turning the page
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| The hand of God can do anything
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| Impending your dilemmas
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| Of fire quenching change surreal
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| That kitchen’s got a sex appeal
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| God is in my sheets
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| And he’s in my hair, he’s everywhere
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| If you were he, would you laugh as we
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| Go to bed with the living dead?
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| Back to basics, back and forth
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| The back to back lovestopper
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| A masterminded people popper
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| Reckless abuse of sporadic intention
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| Which Christ will you gravitate me to
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| Or did you mention?
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| Which Christ will you — gravitate me to?
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| Which Christ will you — gravitate me to?
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| Which Christ will you — gravitate me to?
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| Which Christ will you — gravitate me to?
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| If you were God, would you find it odd?
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| People buzzing on your blood
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| If it were you he’d spoken through
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| Would you ask him of his color?
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| If you became Jesus
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| Would you stop and please us
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| With Elvis anecdotes or would you
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| Shake my diseases?
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| If you were he, would you still rob me
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| Of my doubtful shred?
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| Clock ticks out, the bossman shouts
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| Let’s get down to work
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| Crack the head that dares to doubt
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| And mock the weary soldier
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| Clock ticks out, the bossman shouts
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| Let’s get down to work
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| Crack the head that dares to doubt
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| And mock the weary soldier
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| Clock ticks out, the bossman shouts
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| Let’s get down to work
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| Crack the head that dares to doubt
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| And mock the weary soldier.
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| Weary soldier…
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| Clock ticks out, the bossman shouts
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| Let’s get down to work
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| Crack the head that dares to doubt
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| And mock the weary soldier
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| Mock the weary soldier
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| Mock the weary soldier
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| Mock the weary soldier
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| Mock the weary… |