| I’m taking back the knowledge
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| I’m taking back the gentleness
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| I’m taking back the ritual
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| I’m giving in to sweetness
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| Come preacherman, shoot me with your poisoned arrow
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| But I dance on Vaseline
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| And I’m tripping out working on a revolution
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| You don’t let the music in
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| I’m taking back the children
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| I’m taking back the ceremony
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| I’m taking back my offerings
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| And I’m taking back what you mean to me
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| You’re dangerous, shoot me with your poisoned arrow
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| But I dance on Vaseline
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| And I’m slipping out I’m working on a revolution
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| Don’t let the music in
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| And war is all around us
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| And Gods are dead and buried underground
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| I was a silly putty
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| Your big ideas are useless to me now
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| My baby saw the future
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| She doesn’t wanna live there anymore
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| It’s lousy science-fiction
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| It’s on your skin and seeps into your bones
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| Come preacherman, shoot me with your poisoned arrow
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| I dance on Vaseline
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| And I’m tripping out working on a revolution
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| Don’t let the day begin
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| And you’re dangerous, shoot me with your poisoned arrow
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| But I dance on Vaseline
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| And I’m slipping out working on a revolution
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| Don’t let the music in
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| It started in Oklahoma
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| You always think it happens somewhere else
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| This madness is attractive
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| Until the day it happens to yourself
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| And power might seem sexy
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| But check her in the cool grey light of dawn
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| A legislative body
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| And all at once your lust for her is gone
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| And I’m tripping out working on a revolution
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| Don’t let the day begin
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| We’ll turn you down time to time for evolution
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| Don’t let the music in
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| And I’m tripping out working on a revolution
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| Don’t let the day begin
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| We’ll turn you down, make a time for evolution
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| Don’t let the day begin |