| Dear Jesus, made out of porcelain
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| I did my best, but nobody’s listenin'
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| Oh, dear God
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| Are you ever gonna find us?
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| We’re in pieces
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| However will you bind us?
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| Nobody ever wins
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| When there’s trouble in the lowlands
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| No word from you again
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| You’ve gone silent like a harlequin
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| Oh, dear God
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| Are you ever gonna find us?
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| We’re in pieces
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| However will you bind us?
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| There we were, and now we are here
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| Same old dirt, but a brand new year
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| Magenta, so many colors
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| All lit up, let them shine together
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| The days were long, and the heat kept rising
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| I dug a shallow grave, and you fell inside it
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| Dear Jesus, made out of porcelain
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| I must confess, nobody’s listenin'
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| There we were, and now we are here
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| Same old dirt, but a brand new year
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| Magenta, so many colors
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| All lit up, let them shine together
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| Oh, dear God
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| Are you ever gonna find us?
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| We’re in pieces
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| However will you bind us?
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| Dear Jesus, made out of porcelain
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| I must confess, nobody’s listening |