| Colors confuse you
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| Light in your eyes will abuse you
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| You are weak and hollow
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| Blinded by beliefs that I cannot swallow
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| The world will condemn you
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| Your beliefs will release but never defend you
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| You are cold but you boil
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| You are lower than dirt but not worth the soil
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| So believe in yourself
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| Because far behind the bars you’ll have nobody else
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| And the hall to a dead man’s cell is long
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| But I’ll be the one in the pink sweater
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| Dancing around when you’re gone
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| So tell me what were you thinking?
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| Can’t blame it on drugs, can’t blame it on drinking
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| Can’t say we’ll forgive it
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| Cross burning and blazes for the worst kind of bigot
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| So believe in yourself
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| Because far behind the bars you’ll have nobody else
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| And the hall to a dead man’s cell is long
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| And I’ll be the one in the pink sweater
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| Dancing around when you’re gone
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| Yeah I’ll be the one in the pink sweater
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| Dancing around when you’re gone
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| And the martyrs run like thieves
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| While hang men dangle from trees
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| But you won’t feel a thing
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| I can’t believe that your last name is King
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| But I heard God
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| I heard God’s black
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| So what you gonna do when you’re up against that?
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| Think He’s got a noose ready for you?
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| Think He’s got a chain and a truck and He’s bullshit at you?
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| So believe in yourself
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| Because far behind the bars you’ll have nobody else
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| And the hall to a dead man’s cell is long
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| But I’ll be the one in the pink sweater
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| Dancing around when you’re gone
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| Yeah I’ll be the one in the pink sweater
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| Dancing around
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| I’ll be dancing around when you’re gone |