| Say what you want to say,
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| little brother
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| See what you want to see
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| Blame it on me, or God or
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| your lover
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| It’s a color of choice
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| It’s a wolf in the grass
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| Talk how you want to talk,
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| little sister
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| Shake how you want to shake
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| Giving it up for the tragedy wishers
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| It’s a heart made of stone
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| It’s a house made of glass
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| When mythology becomes
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| our history
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| And the lies become the truth
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| They give you a garden
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| Burn what you want to
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| burn, Elijah
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| Cut what you want to cut
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| Everyone’s dying to be a soldier
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| It’s an offer to God
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| It’s a head on a stake
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| Blow what you want to blow, Saint Michael
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| Kill who you want to kill
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| Everyone’s trying to break
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| the cycle
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| It’s a Damocles sword
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| It’s a file in a cake
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| When the lion lies down with the lamb
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| And the Hudson turns to wine
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| Will you still insist you’re just a man
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| Who can heal the sick and blind
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| Then they give you a garden
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| A most magical garden
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| Walk where you want to walk, Saint Patrick
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| Pray where you want to pray
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| You show us the Buddah pulled out of the hat
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| trick
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| It’s all about you
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| It’s all about me
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| Bless who you want to bless, Magdalena
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| Bleed where you want to bleed
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| But it really all starts down here in the campo
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| It’s a miracle drug
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| It’s a fight to be free
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| When holy men must beg for love
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| And pigs grow wings and fly
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| And the angels and the gods above
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| They fall out of the sky
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| Eyes will dance like Harlem lights
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| Together or alone
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| All your wrongs, they become right
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| We’ll welcome you back home
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| Here in the garden
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| A most magical garden |