| Walked in the world, became a Catholic
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| Their oil and their guilt
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| Somewhere in high school switched to atheist
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| Your anger and your will
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| Turned twenty five freaked out by everything
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| The bodies piled up
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| Fled to your mind when they stopped listening
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| And said, enough’s enough
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| What if it’s all just jokes?
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| Casper, The Holy Ghost
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| What if it’s all just stones you get to throw?
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| And every single time that you opened your mouth
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| Someone else’s lies came tumbling out
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| Parading as the truth in a cap and a gown
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| A graduated curse that you cast to the ground
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| To settle your debts you took a dozen steps
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| Or started on the path
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| Kept falling off when faced with righteousness
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| You couldn’t work the math
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| God in the wood, the words, the coffee pot
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| It wasn’t adding up
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| At war with yourself, afraid of everyone
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| You said, enough’s enough
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| How could you ever know?
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| What if you said you don’t?
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| What if you cleared your throat and let it go?
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| So every single time that you opened your mouth
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| Something like the truth came struggling out
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| A picture of the past you kept whittling down
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| To a version of yourself you could follow around
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| So what if the end just ends?
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| It’s worthless to worry, then
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| To wrestle yourself to death again and again
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| Now every single time that you open your mouth
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| Give yourself a breath while you’re working it out
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| The answer’s in between all the concrete and clouds
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| It’s anywhere you want
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| Yeah, it’s next to you now? |
| (2x) |