| Crawl under mighty ravine
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| Along the door is a sign that says «hi»
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| There are the seams that can never be pulled
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| They’re in your pocket and will never come out
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| Come, let’s get naked again
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| And crawl through a filthy believin'
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| Come, light your fire along
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| So we can feel it
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| Run over mountain of gray
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| There is a trip up in mistakes being made
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| And once you lean over, things feel the same
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| They never look that good, how could they have changed?
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| Come, let’s get naked again
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| And crawl through a filthy believin'
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| Come, light your fire along
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| So we can feel it
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| Come, let’s get naked again
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| And crawl through a filthy believin'
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| Come, light your fire along
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| So that we can feel it
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| Come, let’s get naked again
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| And crawl through a filthy believin'
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| Come, light your fire along
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| So we can feel it
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| Come, let’s get naked again
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| And crawl through a filthy believin'
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| Come, light your fire along
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| So we can feel it |