| I will give you this confession
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| I am taking you with me
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| Where we can contemplate our chemistry
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| And your eyes were lined with questions
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| With the blood rushing the waves
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| To take this feeling with us
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| To our graves
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| I get the feeling we’re so misdirected
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| I get the feeling we have lost control
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| Tune in I’ll turn you to the new religion
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| We’re dropping out into the so unknown
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| And we won’t wake up on Sunday
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| So I’m building us a church
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| Where we can sleep in
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| With the gods at work
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| And our friends will write us letters
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| They’ll never understand why we don’t call
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| We’re hiding out until the empire falls
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| Let it fall
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| I get the feeling we’re so misdirected
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| I get the feeling we have lost control
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| Tune in I’ll turn you to the new religion
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| We’re dropping out into the so unknown
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| If we have lost control
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| We’re drifting slow into the so unknown
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| If we have lost control
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| We’re drifting slow until we drop out
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| And I’ll give you this confession
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| I am taking you with me
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| I get the feeling we’re so misdirected
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| I get the feeling we have lost control
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| Tune in I’ll turn you to the new religion
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| We’re dropping out into the so unknown
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| I get the feeling we got disconnected
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| I get the feeling we have lost control
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| Tune in I’ll turn you to the new religion
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| We’re dropping out into the so unknown |