| Weeping statues, Elvis sightings
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| Visitations, man struck by lightning
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| Everyday someone gets a sign
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| It rips apart the fabric of their daily lives
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| Is It fear of flying that
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| Keeps us rooted to the ground
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| Everyone is trying to stay trapped and gagged and bound
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| The blind girl saw it the deaf man heard it
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| The cripple stood up and walked towards it
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| The handless man wrote it down to report it
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| The moron changed the words around to distort it
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| Ah his hand was steady and his mind was clear to think
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| But it came out in black and white, written In invisible ink
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| Weeping statues, Elvis sightings
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| Stained glass window, man struck by lightning
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| Every minute someone loses control
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| And sees things how they really are
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| And not how they’re told
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| But statues only weep for some
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| And Elvis just shows up when he’s hungry
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| Lightning strikes at everyone
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| But only hits the very lucky |