| Gods
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| Flesh is hanging in sun
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| Purple sky and this war
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| Women shooting their guns
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| Men protecting their shores
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| Running red as these ships
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| Made for cargo and death
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| Is a taste on the lips
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| Kissing any ground left
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| To the sky with them all
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| Not a one left on land
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| Traded in for steel hauls
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| And they singing like:
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| True believer, that I know when I’m goin' home
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| True believer, that I know when I’m goin' home
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| True believer, that I know when I’m goin' home
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| I’ve been afraid
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| Three siblings have been to the gods
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| And they fight as siblings do
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| The world was only water then
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| The universe was fresh and new
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| And poisoned food
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| Once just to see what he would do
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| He vomited the sun which dried
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| The water leaving land and soon
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| After came moon
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| And stars and animal
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| And man of many hues
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| The white one in the image of
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| A sickly god
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| Would get his dues
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| True believer, that I know when I’m goin' home
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| True believer, that I know when I’m goin' home
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| True believer, that I know when I’m goin' home
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| I’ve been afraid
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| Man walks moon
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| And he makes time come to a standstill
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| One gloved hand
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| Diamonds are flickering like candles
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| This one slip
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| Registered worlds away
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| In vandals
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| Raised to find
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| This race of beings that could handle
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| Time inside other bodies
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| So they could sell it
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| The one thing
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| In the universe
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| No one held yet
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| Gifts in blood that had been shed as long as time had
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| Time and he are inseparable in his mind, sad
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| He must carry the burden of being the one
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| That time chose
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| Situates him in front of the gun
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| Talk that talk
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| Stay outta the head and become the best
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| Then times stops
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| And finally there he be, rest
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| True believer, that I know when I’m goin' home
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| True believer, that I know when I’m goin' home
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| True believer, that I know when I’m goin' home
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| I’ve been afraid |