| Pentecost put you in a headlock
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| I know we never really turned out right
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| But good God, I’d love to see them try
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| To break down the drugs, the bad dreams
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| Run round
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| Sum it up into one prayer
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| You reach out, but nothing’s ever there
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| So tell me what you’ve got to do.
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| Tell me why
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| Would you push the bullet through,
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| through your mind
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| Tell me what they sold to you
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| at the altar
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| You were altered into white
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| Dear Todd, lay her in your bedroom
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| Cold sweat, run your fingers through her hair
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| Black out, see if the clergy cares
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| to turn down the sacred station
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| I know the voices always seem so strange
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| They freak out, but nothing seems to change
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| So tell me what you’ve got to do.
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| Tell me why
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| Would you push the bullet through,
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| through your mind
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| Tell me what they sold to you
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| at the altar,
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| you were altered by the light
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| And it was as dark, as the demon in your mind
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| Dear Todd, Dear Todd, oh don’t fake it
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| I know that you’re not what you used to be
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| But you’re as gold as they are deceived
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| Dear ghost, dear ghoul,
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| let me take all that weight off of you
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| We could go downtown,
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| take the one in the chamber out
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| We could go downtown |