| Shadows dancing on the wall
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| The body cast must be wonderful
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| Let me play to my strengths
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| Let me in on the other side
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| Separate hands in unison
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| Breeding filth with innocence
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| Separate hands in unison
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| And I’ve been stagnant way too long
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| There’s a hole in my chest where great sorrow was born
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| Bed full of vice in a garden of thorns
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| When will I be next?
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| What am I moving towards?
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| When will I be next in line for my confession
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| Well look here, I’ve stumbled into the church
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| Good thing I’ve spent years tucking in my shirt
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| Asked God if I looked alright, asked God if I looked just fine
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| Silence, silence
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| How will I ever find good fashion sense
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| Silence, silence
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| Yeah, I repent in style
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| Holy undressed, crooked smile
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| Holy undressed, keep smiling
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| Shadows plastered on the wall
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| The body count must be wonderful
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| Let me play to my strengths
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| Let me in, let me in
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| Pick at the dirt
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| To fill your glass with the black water
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| Pick at the dirt
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| To fill your glass with the black water
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| Well look here, I’ve stumbled into the church
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| Good thing I’ve spent years tucking in my shirt
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| Asked God if I looked alright, asked God if I looked just fine
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| Silence, silence
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| How will I ever find good fashion sense
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| Silence, silence
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| Yeah, I repent in style
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| Well here’s a man
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| He’s throwing stones at me
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| His violent nature could last all night
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| Yeah, preacher man
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| He’s throwing stones at me
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| His violent nature could last all night |