| Looking backwards, all my pictures
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| Look like send-ups of stolen scriptures
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| We were children dressed up like men
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| Paintin' places we’d never been
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| How am I ever gonna get by?
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| How am I ever gonna get by all by myself?
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| Well, I’m trying to keep it simple
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| But ain’t these gods so damn fickle?
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| You’re stiff and strong, then you’re scared and sober
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| North Carolina in East October
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| How am I ever gonna get by?
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| How am I ever gonna get by all by myself?
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| How am I ever gonna get by?
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| How am I ever gonna get by all by myself?
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| Tell me when and where you learned it
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| You built your chapel and then you burned it
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| Was it Satan or the Second Coming?
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| The soul you’re bearing, the song you’re strumming
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| How am I ever gonna get by?
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| How am I ever gonna get by all by myself?
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| How am I ever gonna get by?
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| How am I ever gonna get by all by myself? |