| Why
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| Holy Water
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| Where’s the holy, holy, holy water
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| Get the holy, holy, holy water
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| Yo where’s the holy, holy, holy water
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| Interviews with my inner views
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| I’m In a bit of rut, yo whether winning or losing
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| Self abuser, you’s a loser
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| Pilot flying over Bermuda, lost in the magic
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| Man was Is it tragic or a gift?
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| Cause you wanted it so bad, that even when you went and had it, it wasn’t it
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| The trip it was sickening
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| Whole scenes built on, manufacturing toys like Disney
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| Man life can be a beautiful nightmare
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| Phones light up faces brighter than time square
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| Living off the grid guarantee I will die there
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| The zombie apocalypse is now it’s right here
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| I hear the cries from upstairs in the night
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| Haunted by anger, feeds all the parts I don’t like
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| What is the answer when fan switch off for the power-board
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| But I got a whole lot more stash like Salvador
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| Your identity was built on how loud the crowd will roar
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| So what are you standing for
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| Fish out of water you out of order
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| You cornered by the devil’s horns like a matador
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| And This is Paramore, Misery Business
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| Ain’t a God, ain’t a pedicure, get up from my feet
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| And if I had a cure to rid you of sickness
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| But I smoked cigarettes yo would you listen to me?
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| 'Cause I ain’t sleeping the best
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| There’s a lady in my roof space
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| Who says you are your own ghost
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| But all I know
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| Is I’m needing a rest
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| I think I need a new place
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| I think I need a new home
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| Plates fly like planes
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| Names cried, changes dragged
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| Upstairs ain’t that bad
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| With some holy water
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| Midnight Whispers
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| Ice-cold shivers
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| I will not face those fears
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| Na, where’s the holy water (holy!)
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| Yo where’s the holy holy holy water (holy!)
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| Get the holy, holy, holy water (holy!)
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| Yo where’s the holy, holy, holy water (holy!)
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| Water (holy, holy!) |