| Went down for an ashtray
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| Came back up with a hammer
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| It’s hard to concentrate when no one you know
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| Is in the know
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| Yeah scientists, they do insist
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| My friends, man, they’re all depressed
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| As I’m trying to get to the gist
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| And into the after show
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| So I rattle on a little while
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| Find a principle for my style
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| Any number I’m gonna dial
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| I know someone will accommodate
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| I spoke too much, I wanna fight
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| Repeat the same shit I said last night
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| Did thirty four push-ups
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| Should have done sixty-eight
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| I believe in anything
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| As long as it just has that ring
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| Of truth and I can lay down my head
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| 'Cause I seen so many people lost
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| I still believe at any cost
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| That we must a been misled
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| Oh, your God
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| So it tragedy would make you feel
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| You need a divine drug to heal
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| And a better God cuts a better deal
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| That’s what you got
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| See I’m stuck in this ungodly game
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| And I only have myself to blame
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| In the name of the father, in the name of fame
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| In the name of what?
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| In the name of something bigger
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| Your God can only snigger
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| And the sight of all this rigor
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| With sex the only trigger
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| For love or was it the other way round?
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| 'Cause it’s only beauty that makes me sweat
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| And to me it seems the best bet yet
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| In your head or in your bed
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| That’s my hallowed ground
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| 'Cause I believe in anything
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| As long as it just has that ring
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| Of truth and I can lay down my head
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| 'Cause I seen so many people lost
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| I still believe at any cost
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| That we must a been misled
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| Oh, ooh, oh, your God
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| Who looks over my shoulder?
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| Ahh
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| It’s in everything true
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| Hell, it’s in me and you
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| For a second or two
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| You believe
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| It don’t come from above
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| This concentration and love
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| You gotta believe it
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| To see it
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| Oh, your God
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| Who looks over my shoulder |