| Evil
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| Evil wears a suit on the screen
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| With a hotline
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| You call to buy your blessing
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| In the holy name
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| Came a prophet
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| Putting his hands in the pockets
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| Of all the thoughtless and naive
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| I’ve got nothing to say to you
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| I’ve got nothing to say to you
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| I’ve got nothing to say to you
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| I’ve got nothing to say
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| I’ve got nothing to say to you
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| I’ve got nothing, nothing to lose
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| I’ve got nothing to say to you
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| I’ve got nothing to say
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| I’ve got nothing to say to you
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| I’ve got nothing, nothing new
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| I’ve got nothing to say to you
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| At my throat i fork in two
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| I’ve got nothing to say to you
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| I’ve got nothing to say to you
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| I’ve got nothing to say to you
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| I’ve got nothing too (you)
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| I watched my rotating feet
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| Hover above brownish red streets
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| The love I carried made me So unique
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| There’s something moving in my chest
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| It was dirty once
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| But at its best
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| The love that kept us young
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| Oh, it’s old under our sun |