| Those that will judge
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| Will say you’re aloof
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| But you know the truth is a seed
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| You know what you need
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| Is a conflagration
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| Cause when I see your blood
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| And the bits of your broken tooth
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| It gives me the proof that I need
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| It’s the proof that you bleed
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| And it’s a revelation
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| Yeah, it’s a revelation
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| It’s a revelation
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| I thought you were a life-sized paper doll
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| Propped up in the hardware store
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| Propped up on the front lawn watching the parade
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| Of the legionnaires with 2x4s
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| As they’re marching off to war
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| Yeah, they’re marching off to war
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| I didn’t know what you were made of
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| Color of your blood, what you’re afraid of
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| Are you made of calcium or are you carbon based?
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| And if you’re made of calcium, I’ll have to take a taste
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| 'Cause listen, calcium is deadly, but tender to the tooth
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| But it’s one surefire way to know if you’re MX missile-proof
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| Or if you’re just aloof
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| You were in the ground in late November
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| Though the leaves and earth were damp
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| Did you think they would remember
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| How you almost made state champ?
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| 'Cause when you’re running for the game against Alphonsus
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| And you fell upon the ground and chipped a tooth
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| Listen, that might really have surprised us
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| To learn that you weren’t really MX missile-proof
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| Oh, I thought you were a life-sized paper doll
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| Propped up in the hardware store
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| You were propped up on the front lawn watching the parade
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| Of those legionnaires with 2x4s
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| As they’re marching off to war
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| Yeah, they’re marching off to war
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| Oh, they’re marching… |