| Everybody prays to God by different names, tell me your version
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| You don’t have to play it down or fake it
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| Don’t give me that bullshit
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| Driving in the parking lot in the ‘cedes with counterfeit leather
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| Looking like a circus clown gone crazy when we are together
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| Heaven don’t play like violins
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| I been up over mountains
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| You’re not a book that I read
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| But I know how you love me
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| But, but
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| But I know how you love me
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| Everybody frames the stars in silhouettes, a great exhibition
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| Even if the fates are wrong or innocent, we all wanna listen
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| But it doesn’t pay to wait for so long on just a reflection
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| If you want to cash your stake in the answers
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| Then ask me the questions
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| Heaven don’t play like violins
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| I been up over mountains
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| You’re not a book that I read
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| But I know how you love me
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| Because of you, I can’t relax
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| I can’t be still, moving too fast
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| Tell me, what can I do? |
| I can’t relax
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| If I can’t be still, moving too fast
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| Am I moving too fast?
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| But I know how you love me
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| But I know how you love me
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| Everybody
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| Moving too fast, or we moving too slow?
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| Moving too fast, or we moving too slow?
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| Moving too fast, or we moving too slow?
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| Moving too fast, or we moving too slow? |