| Earnesty and clarity
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| Those wonderful mentalities of decent positivity
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| Are all that we can strive
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| But misery and poverty
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| They follow me, my family
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| And though it seems that I can’t win
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| I think I have to try
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| But everyone’s afraid of me
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| They’ll never see that we all bleed
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| The same damned blood each night
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| So you’ll go your way and I’ll go mine
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| I hope we meet up later on down the line
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| And sense and sensibility and peaceful productivity
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| A pretty girl with broken wings is all that I desire
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| But there’s so much hostility in all the things surrounding me
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| The awful glow of enmity is trying to stop my shine
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| So I tried to look inwardly at all the things inside of me
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| But sodomy and buggery keep bubbling to the top
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| So you’ll go forwards and I’ll go back
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| I hope we catch up with each other on the track
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| And I’ve been thinking awkwardly about the things that are holy
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| Like Jesus, Joseph and Mary, and Mary Magdalene
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| And even theoretically, I don’t think I could ever see
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| The perfect human being, Jesus, live without sin
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| So you’ll go upward and I’ll go down
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| You’ll go upward and I’ll go down
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| You’ll go upward and I’ll go down
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| I’ll see you in Hell when we die |