| This is kissing the trash
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| This is fingering the ash
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| This is eating out the mud
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| Standing from the top of the stage I see the starving hands
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| I finally turned on the lights and turned into a man
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| They say some feel they have to kill for our great lies
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| And some they have to steal if they want to survive
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| Hey
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| Someday
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| You’ll cry and sine your life away
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| Hey
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| So many say
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| Oh why you sined your life away
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| Here three million dead in the foreign land
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| Me killing you in the serious trance
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| Take off and find some shelter from natural change
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| When our institutions crumble and leave us strange
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| Hey
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| Someday
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| You’ll cry and sine your life away
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| Hey
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| So many say
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| Oh why you sined your life away
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| Hey
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| Someday
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| You’ll cry and sine your life away
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| Hey
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| So many say
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| Oh why you sined your life away
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| This is kissing the trash
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| This is fingering the ash
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| This is eating out the mud
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| This is love
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| This is kissing the trash
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| This is fingering your ash
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| This is eating out the mud
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| This is love |