| You can waste your precious time
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| Trying to erase all your thin little crimes
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| Making no waves, tiny drops in the ocean
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| Why trade old habits for new found devotions
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| When you can shed your skin
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| And slither in with some new friends
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| Cover your homes
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| Put a hat on your head
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| Paint everything blue that used to be red
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| We’ll jump in the river
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| In the black water brine
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| Down to some treasure that they left behind
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| You may get rich
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| Or maybe you will drown
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| So let’s begin
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| The question is not if, but when
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| And let’s not pretend to be new men
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| You can change your shirt
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| Scrub off the grime and the dirt
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| Walk by the mirrors, don’t look at yourself
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| And pull all your sinister ways from the shelf
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| 'Cause you did what you did
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| And you did it so well
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| Say that you won’t, but you’ll do it again
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| They could not trust you before
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| And they won’t trust you now
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| Oh, they won’t trust you now
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| So go out, repent
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| Go be sorry now, for your sins
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| And let’s not pretend
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| Oh, let’s not pretend
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| No, no, no no
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| Let’s not pretend
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| Oh, let’s not pretend
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| Let’s not pretend
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| Oh, let’s not pretend |