| I got a hole in my heart
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| and its shaped like you
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| I tried fitting other things inside it uh oh
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| but they gave me the flu
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| I’m tired of opening up
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| on a legalist couch
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| Just need a touch of the healing stuff
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| from your Emerald Arms
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| Open up open up open up real wide
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| open up open up let me step inside
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| open up open up open up your mind
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| open up open let me see the light
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| I’m hoping for friendship
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| I’m leaning against it
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| I watch your reflections
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| I hope I’m elected by you
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| Everybody’s faking it
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| everybody’s doing just fine
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| but when you look inside their private lives
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| its just a basket of lies
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| I’d rather hide out in bars
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| with the misfits and ghouls
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| then pretend I’ve found a home in that social club
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| with robotic and judgmental fools
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| Open up open up open up real wide…
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| I’m hoping for friendship
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| I’m leaning against it
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| I watch your reflections
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| I’m dreaming of bending the rules
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| stoke the fire thats deep inside
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| do not mix with narrow minds
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| keep the faith, walk in stride
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| never mind the cookie cutter kind
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| detach from greed, detach from success
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| till the soil that you feel is best (don't buy, don’t sell just take a rest)
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| stretch your eyes on pastoral skies
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| steer clear of jealousy that binds
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| Everybody’s down in the dark
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| chewing on the passion fruit
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| but I’m out in the light I’ve got nothing to hide
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| and that is the truth
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| Open up open up open up real wide…
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| open up open up open up let me step inside
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| Ive got nothing to hide I’ve got nothing to hide
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| anarchy is an ideal… anarchy is an ideal anarchy is an ideal |