| I’ll be catchin' stones
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| It’s nothing biblical
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| 'Cause I’d never tell you I’m a man of God and leave you with
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| An out of focus poem
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| But all the kids know
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| 'Cause they’ve been coddled in the cradle of a barely broken home.
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| Are you happy now?
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| You draw a big crowd
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| Car wreck without a sound.
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| And Arms like attic doors.
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| Open up, yeah I’d like to join you.
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| You can talk to God and I’ll just watch.
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| Oh, and I’ll just watch…
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| And he said, «My scars…
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| Now I have a T-Shirt to go with my…
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| My scars… yeah now I have a T-Shirt
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| To go with my…»
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| So…
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| When you cash a cheque, do you let it bleed?
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| Let it breathe, brand it like cattle wearing your marquee.
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| Everyone can see
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| You made an emblem
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| Out of «the broken""the kind of broken"the «I wish I was broken.»
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| 'Other day, found a boy with a long face,
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| 'Said «Sir, I swear, I swear I’m okay…»
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| Don’t need to wish upon the stars…
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| Now I have a t-shirt, to go with my…
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| Scars.
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| Oh, my scars…
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| Now I have a t-shirt, to go with my…
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| My scars, yeah… Now I have a t-shirt, to go with my scars…
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| Are you happy now?
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| Are you happy now?
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| Are you happy now?
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| Oh, You draw a big crowd!
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| You count your money in the dead of the night
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| Oh, oh You’ve got your very own heaven sent Jesus Christ.
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| Christ, what’s the hell that make me?
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| Parasite, parasite.
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| Write it anywhere that you’d like. |