| I see a problem I’m not willing to address
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| And I take pleasure in not wanting to impress
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| 'Cause I’m drinking from the fountain of good fortune
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| And I see beauty in technology
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| And the simple sentiment of history
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| And it’s all too easy with the privilege
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| Of the fountain of good fortune
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| I’ve been washed, I’ve been anointed
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| I’ve eaten the body of the Lord
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| It’s from the fountain of good fortune
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| Springs dirty, cloudy water
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| That pollutes the mind of anyone around
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| Holding on to my own
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| Burn it down when I’m gone
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| Holding on to my own
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| Holding on
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| Holding on to my own
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| Burn it down when I’m gone
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| Holding on to my own
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| Holding on
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| Holding on to my own (Toes at the weir)
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| Burn it down when I’m gone (Back to them all)
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| Holding on to my own (Too loud a solitude)
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| Holding on
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| Holding on to my own (Toes at the weir)
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| Burn it down when I’m gone (Back to them all)
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| Holding on to my own (Too loud a solitude)
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| Holding on |