| I grew up in a town
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| Dancin on the alabaster
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| Some days I’d burn it down
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| If I could buy the gasoline
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| The streets are filled day in and out with little monsters
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| That’s life I guess and every day is Halloween
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| I’ve seen the darkness' real face
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| And I’ve seen the preacher’s real face
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| I’ve seen the shining light rally through the alabaster
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| And walk back over the mountain
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| I went without a mask
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| Dancin on the alabaster
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| People crowded round
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| They thought that it was quite obscene
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| How dare you show your dirty face around these streets
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| When we all stand here so polished bright and clean
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| I’ve seen the demon’s face
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| Nothin'
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| I’ve seen the toad’s real face
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| I’ve seen the prison face
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| Shining like the alabaster
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| That walked over the mountain
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| Left out of town that day
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| Dancin on the alabaster
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| Barefoot I travelled
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| Barefoot I arrived
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| I tore the fields down
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| Down to earth and rubbled plaster
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| Laid my bones out
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| Breathed out a sigh
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| I crawled through the leaves
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| I crawled through the leaves
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| I found a place shining like the alabaster
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| But I crawled through the leaves
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| I know the snake’s real face
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| I know the puppeteer’s face
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| I know the shining light calling me back to alabaster
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| But I lost sight of the mountain
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| I lost sight of the mountain
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| I know the darkness' face
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| I know the preacher’s face
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| I know the demon’s face
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| I know the toad’s real face
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| I know the prisoner’s face
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| I know the snake’s real face
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| I know the puppeteer’s face
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| I know the profiteer’s face
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| I know the churchyard’s face
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| I know the graveyard’s face
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| I know the president’s face
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| I know my father’s face
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| I know my father’s face
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| Every day they look more and more like me
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| Every day they look more and more like me
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| Every day
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| Every day
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| Every day they look more and more like me |