| You taste little bits that wouldn’t digest
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| And you shit 'em out of your system
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| You grab hands, squeeze, then let it go
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| Drop it and watch it fall away like snow
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| Yearning for a drug that doesn’t exist
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| Using your mouth like a fist
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| That smile can’t even show on your face
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| You gotta get out of this place
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| Like the noose snared to your leg don’t fit
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| Though even if you found the key, you can’t
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| Get off your knees and repeat after me
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| The devil rocks my soul
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| Accept the fact that he didn’t die
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| And you’ll begin to go
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| There’s a lump in my throat that won’t go away
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| I’m gonna rip it out
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| I’m gonna kill desire and knock it down
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| You’ll be under my foot, down on the ground
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| You’re trying to get the picture when there’s nothing really to get
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| You’re running around in the desert, trying to get wet
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| You’re wanting to hold on tight when there’s nothing really to hold
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| Stop that train of thought that drives you into the cold
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| Get off your knees and repeat after me
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| The devil rocks my soul
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| Accept the fact that he didn’t die
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| And you’ll begin to go
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| Get off your knees and repeat after me
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| The devil rocks my soul
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| Accept the fact that he didn’t die
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| And you’ll begin to go |