| Running from the chapel bells, in worlds of my own
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| I’m heading for the glass house to watch the things I’ve grown
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| Oh I know I caused an outrage, in my Sunday best
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| But I decide on my belief, and you can have the rest
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| I don’t look at you judgmentally, or in a scornful way
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| But this lonely heart survives as it beats from day to day
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| So should I grasp attention or suffocate my mind
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| Take out all your jealousy’s and hopefully you find
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| (Distance yourself from hate or else you’re going to fall)
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| (Come drink to the free spirit, all for one and one for all)
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| This is me unknowing, just in my pants and vest
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| And I decide in who I confide, and you just failed the test
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| Release your hands from my beliefs
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| I no longer need your guidance
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| (Roll up, roll up…)
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| (See the snakes, they’re all alive, they’re all alone)
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| Well come and watch me jump up, over St. Paul’s at noon
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| Throw a freaky bogus dance, across the face of the moon
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| These death defying acts well, they speak for themselves
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| You can drift along on your own cloud, and I can take care of my own self
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| (Distance yourself from hate or else you’re going to fall)
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| (Come drink to the free spirit, all for one and one for all)
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| I believe…
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| This is my belief |