| Cap off, kneeling at the back of the church
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| Feeling water on your brow; |
| if it’s healing it hurts
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| At first a sharpish pain that returns as a thought
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| That the needle in your skin will bring you closer to God
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| And I watch as your head turns full circle
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| All hopeless with old coffee and a medical text
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| It’s too easy knowing nothing, blowing off the rest
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| And the riddles in the pages leave it too much to guess
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| And the worry cracks a fracture from your hip to your chest
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| As I watch as your head turns full circle
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| You got lost in your travels and a spiritual book
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| Mistook beaches for nirvana in the way that they look
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| And the crooks that run the island are killing to keep earning
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| They’re burning seven tonnes of plastic and it seems to be working
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| Is that the best that I can do?
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| So watch as your head turns full circle
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| You appear even-tempered, though your looks will deceive
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| And the sparks are always flying 'cause you drink for relief
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| With the heart of a child and the wit of a fool
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| It’s a wonder why I don’t try to build a wall around you
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| And I watch as your head turns full circle
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| Yeah, I watch as your head turns full circle
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| Yeah, I watch as your head turns full circle |