| Who’s a hippy now?
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| I cut it off to make you proud
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| Abuse my limbs until the sun goes down
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| I don’t want to be alone again
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| Got Jesus' autograph
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| No handshake or pat on the ass
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| His saving grace was talking fast
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| I don’t want to be bored again
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| Am I ready to take that chance
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| Put my faith in someone else?
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| Let’s use this dynamite
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| We’re only making noises
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| I’ll make the brightness yours
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| So we can deny who we are
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| I’ll love you but not today
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| The darkness fell like a shout
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| Am I ready to take that chance
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| Put my faith in someone else?
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| Let’s use this dynamite
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| We’re only making noises
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| Together we stand, we’re at the bottom of the cove;
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| It looked like rain, but it felt like snow
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| Because wherever we stand, we’re at the bottom of the hole
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| We’ll dig our way out but we’ll still say no
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| The wound is king and how
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| His whorses turned they make him proud
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| His visions clipped like wings and crowns
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| Lets use this photograph
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| He’s never even had the chance to believe in something else
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| Let’s use this dynamite
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| We’re only making noises
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| We want to effect a change with voice and electrical noises
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| Together we stand, we’re at the bottom of the cove;
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| It looked like rain, but it felt like snow
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| Because wherever we stand, we’re at the bottom of the hole
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| Well, we’ll dig our way out but we’ll still say no
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| Darkness fell like a shout;
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| The darkness fell like a shout;
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| Darkness fell like the shout;
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| We want to effect a change, with voice and electrical noises
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| Wherever we crash, we’re gonna blame it on the old
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| Unique to the touch, and crippled to the bone
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| However we stand they’ll be swinging from the ropes
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| Unfinished and young or unhappy and old |