| I’ve seen you before
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| In a wet dream or a vision
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| You were knocking on my door
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| Looking for something you were missing
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| You know exactly who I am
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| I own this stretch of barren land
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| This painting on a motel wall
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| This problem that we’re gonna solve
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| See if you help me, well
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| I can give you anything
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| I’ll give you anything
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| I’ll give you anything
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| I know it’s freedom you desire
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| But you reek of religion
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| Maybe it’s that church that caught on fire
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| Where all you punk kids are livin'
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| These boring monuments
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| All shining and white
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| In honor of boring men
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| Like those poor bastards from the mine
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| Let’s make something huge and full of rust
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| Rebar ‘round my handsome bust
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| Broken glass like jagged flowers
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| Climbing up a twisting tower
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| Yeah, I want to see its shadow on everything
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| Shadow on everything
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| Shadow on everything
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| We’ll slip dynamite in the suits
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| Of the people in the museum
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| Or we could wall them all inside (huh)
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| And turn it into a mausoleum
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| I’ll come find you in the night
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| You know, I can see perfectly in the dark
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| It’s just when the sun hits
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| I can’t see anything
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| I can’t see anything
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| It’s just when the sun hits
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| I can’t see anything
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| Yeah, I can’t see anything
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| When the sun hits
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| I can see perfectly in the dark (I can see perfectly in the dark)
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| When the sun hits
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| I can’t see anything
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| When the sun hits
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| I can’t see anything
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| I can’t see anything (Yeah, it’s just when the sun hits) |