| How long does a promise last?
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| How long can a lie be told?
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| What would I take in exchange for my soul?
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| Would I notice when it was sold?
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| Wake me up
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| Wake me up
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| Wake me up with a slap or a kiss
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| There must be something better than this
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| 'Cos I don’t see how it can get much worse
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| What do we have to do to send
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| The river in reverse
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| Every man a crawling kingsnake
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| Every girl a half a heartbreak
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| Every woman sold into shame
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| To any son without a name
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| Are your arms too weak to lift?
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| Another shovel on the graveyard shift
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| Here comes the flood if you catch my drift
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| Where the things that they promised are not a gift
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| If man falls through the mirror of a lake
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| They fish him out quick and they call him a fake
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| Give him all the temptations he can take
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| Tie him up high 'til his bones break
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| Wake me up
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| Wake me up
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| Wake me up with a slap or a kiss
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| There must be something better than this
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| 'Cos I don’t see how it can get much worse
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| What do we have to do to send
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| The river in reverse
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| I thought I heard somebody laugh
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| Look out your window
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| They’re chasing shadows in the dark
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| They’re counting widows
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| I felt a sliver of glass
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| Saw a cross in splinters
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| I felt the truce of spring
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| Dig me out of the trench of winter
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| So count your blessings when they ask permission
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| To govern with money and superstition
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| They tell you it’s all for your own protection
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| 'Til you fear your own reflection
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| But the times are passing from illumination
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| Like bodies falling from a constellation
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| An uncivil war divides the nation
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| So erase the tape on that final ape running down creation
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| Running down creation
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| Wake me up
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| Wake me up
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| Wake me up with a slap or a kiss
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| There must be something better than this
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| Wake me up
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| Wake me up with a slap or a kiss
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| There must be something better than this |