| I got no religion, I got no philosophy
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| Got a head full of ideas and words that don’t seem to belong to me
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| You may be joking but I don’t get the gag
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| I sense no future but time seems to drag
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| No time for this kind of love
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| No flag waving high above
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| No sign for the dark place that I live
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| No god for the damn that I don’t give
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| I got no illusions, I’ve had no epiphany
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| Why should anybody listen to me?
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| She said, «I'm tearing up the sheets that your love letters stained»
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| All of your magic powers have drained
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| No time for this kind of love
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| No flag waving high above
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| No sign for the dark place that I live
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| No god for the damn that I don’t give
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| Here’s a line in the sand, a word or two in the aftermath
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| I’m an arrow that shoots up and down on an advertising graph
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| I could write you verses and recite more than one
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| But they’re not worth the paper that they’re written on
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| No time for this kind of love
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| No flag waving high above
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| No sign for the dark place that I live
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| No god for the damn that I don’t give
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| We want everything and we don’t wanna share
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| Outer space for the faces we fear
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| Look in the mirror and see who I used to be
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| Made out of plastic in a factory
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| No flag
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| No flag |