| The ghost of Daniel Johnston
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| Sings a song for you to cut your teeth
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| As a solitary dagger
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| Steals the sights that would have set you free
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| The demons praised the Lord on High
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| For listening to what they need
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| I’m small but I’m important still
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| Baby I’m your mustard seed!
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| We’re gonna build this town
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| We’re gonna build it right
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| We’re gonna save this boy
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| We’re gonna make some light
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| We’ll sell our spears and will win this fight!
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| My thinker must be a drinker cause the ground can’t find his feet!
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| Maybe some microdermabrasion might help brain forget it’s me!
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| I’m bordering on avarice because callouses can’t bandage this
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| The flesh shall surely die!
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| I’m turning back to charity, simplicity, the heart of things!
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| Oh friends unblock your eyes!
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| I’m gonna a bird that sings at night
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| I’ve got an arm that holds this baby down
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| It’s my golden crown
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| I’m gonna be a beam of burning light
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| I’ve got a word that turns this thing around
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| Into solid ground!
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| No demigod with brazen tongues can make my sockets clean!
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| No pastor with the only way can set these walkers free! |