| Buried alive, «Body of Christ» they cried
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| I was just cleverly disguised
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| Burn me alive, avert your Pagan eyes
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| Oh, even the good ones lie
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| Yes, even the good ones, oh, they lie
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| Yes, even the good ones, they waste your time
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| Sometimes…
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| And it’s a lonesome feeling
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| One you can’t deny
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| This lonesome living’s
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| All we can provide
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| So if you need me
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| Is something you decide
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| It’s quite a feeling
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| Once you realize fake is what you like
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| You caught my eye, but it was not our time
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| Oh, you were dumb and I was blind
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| You caught my eye, but it was not our time
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| No, it wasn’t worth the try
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| 'Cause even the good ones, oh, they lie
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| Yes, even the good ones, they waste your time
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| Sometimes…
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| Sometimes…
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| And it’s lonesome feeling
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| One you can’t deny
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| This lonesome city’s
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| Poised to rob you blind
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| So if you need me
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| Is something you decide
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| It’s quite a feeling
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| Once you realize fake is what you like
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| And it’s a lonesome feeling
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| One you can’t deny
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| This lonesome living’s
|
| All we can provide
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| So if you need me
|
| Is something you decide
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| It’s quite a feeling
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| Once you realize fake is what you like
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| This lonesome feeling
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| One you can’t deny
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| This lonesome city’s
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| Poised to rob you blind
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| So cut your losses
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| Let’s say our goodbyes
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| It’s quite a feeling
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| Once you realize fake is what you like |