| Lately I’m on my knees bowing to a treasure
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| Clutching youth’s beauty, like it is forever
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| Somehow it’s clawing me alive from within
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| Taunts me with the fantasy that shamefully I chase
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| Soothes me with the lie that I can buy a pretty face
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| My idols, they lure me
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| I follow, will I ever learn?
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| My idols, they fool me
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| I wallow, will I ever learn?
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| Will I ever learn?
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| Pour me in cloth that’s thin, tight as your embrace
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| Flashing as shiny as the moon on Prior Lake
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| Draw me to see the silken life that you awake
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| Could I be at Baal’s feet a slave so chained and bound
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| I’ll be crawling painfully until I can knock down
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| My idols, they lure me
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| I follow, will I ever learn?
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| My idols, they fool me
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| I’m hollow, will I ever learn?
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| Will I ever learn?
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| They’re gonna have to burn
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| Gonna have to burn
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| Gonna have to burn
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| My idols, they lure me
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| I follow, will I ever learn?
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| My idols they lure me
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| Allure me, will I ever learn?
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| Oh, tell me my affection is wasted in deception
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| Fantasy, vanity, you are maimed
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| Oh Harlequin, oh Geisha
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| Don’t worship the deceiver |