| Here we’re screaming for redemption
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| For discretion, for direction to the show
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| Sing it loud and they will hear us
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| Then disappear us once we’ve served our purpose, so
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| Will you tell me?
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| What should I be?
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| I’m no suburban diety
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| 'Cause I can’t change the way I see the world
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| I stand up and fight for what I don’t deserve
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| I know I can’t justify my reasons
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| Just tell me the way I ought to feel
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| What’s right and wrong, and what you think is real
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| And I’ll try to amplify my irony
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| Pass the test without an answer
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| Feed the cancer
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| Learn the dance and take a bow
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| Pray that they will never find out
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| Clean my mind out
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| No more fear and no doubt now
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| I can see it
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| I believe it
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| You can leave it up to me
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| 'Cause I can’t change the way I see the world
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| I stand up and fight for what I don’t deserve
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| I know I can’t justify my reasons
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| Just tell me the way I ought to feel
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| What’s right and wrong, and what you think is real
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| And I’ll try to amplify my irony
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| (Oh Gloria in exselsis deo)
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| (Oh in suburbia, in suburbia)
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| Oh Gloria in exselsis deo
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| Oh in suburbia, in suburbia
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| I can’t change the way I see the world
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| I stand up and fight for what I don’t deserve
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| I know I can’t justify my reasons
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| Just tell me the way I ought to feel
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| What’s right and wrong, and what you think is real
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| And I’ll try to amplify my irony |