| Well all the Apostles, they’re sitting in swings
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| Saying, «I'd sell off my Savior for a set of new rings
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| And some sandals with the style of straps
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| That cling best to the era»
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| So all of the businessers in their unlimited hell
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| Where they buy and they sell and they sell all their trash
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| To each other, but they’re sick of it all
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| And they’re bankrupt on selling
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| And all of the angels, they’d sell off your soul
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| For a set of new wings and anything gold
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| They remember the people they loved, their old friends
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| And I’ve seen through 'em all, seen through 'em all
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| Seen through most everything
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| All the people you knew were the actors
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| All the people you knew were the actors
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| Well, I’ll go to college and I’ll learn some big words
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| And I’ll talk real loud, goddamn right I’ll be heard
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| You’ll remember the guy that said all those big words
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| He must’ve learned in college
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| And it took a long time till I came clean with myself
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| I come clean out of love with my lover
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| I still love her, loved her more
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| When she used to be sober and I was kinder |