| Fabricated fictional goodbye is all you know
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| Raise it up for me
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| Manufactured typical some christians go to hell
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| Good enough for me
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| I want you to see what I’ve seen
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| I want you to be where I’ve been
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| If you go what I’ve been through
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| Maybe there’s some hope for you
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| This is how the story ends
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| Death is a party, invite all your friends
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| And I’ve got lost on the way
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| She calls my name
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| Heaven life in the holy day
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| They know my way
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| Nature boys they think the same
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| We’re going today
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| Celebrate the trip of the day
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| And I’m willing to start a fight
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| Uh wa oh uh wa oh
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| Children in the city don’t look so pretty
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| Uh wa oh uh wa oh
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| Children in the city don’t look so pretty
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| And I know what I got
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| Keep on going till it stops
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| What you got you know is gold
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| Nothing left we know its nothing more
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| I want you to see what I’ve seen
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| I want you to be where I’ve been
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| If you go what I’ve been through
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| Maybe there’s some hope for you
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| This is how the story ends
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| Death is a party, invite all your friends
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| And I’ve got lost on the way
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| She calls my name
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| Heaven life in the holy day
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| They know my way
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| Nature boys they think the same
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| They’re going today
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| Celebrate the trip of the day
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| And I’m willing to start a fight
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| Uh wa oh uh wa oh
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| And I’m willing to start a fight
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| Uh wa oh uh wa oh
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| And I’m willing to start a fight
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| Uh wa oh uh wa oh
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| Children in the city don’t look so pretty
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| Uh wa oh uh wa oh
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| Children in the city don’t look so pretty
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| Moonchild goes away
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| Sunshine lights those graves
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| Kids forget their autumn names
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| But the love funeral goes away
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| Red eyes on your face
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| Driftwood will take your fate
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| Cities built for the last parade
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| But the love funeral becomes the holy days
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| Becomes the holy days
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| Becomes the holy days
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| Becomes the holy days
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| And I’m willing to start a
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| Uh wa oh uh wa oh
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| And I’m willing to start a fight
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| Uh wa oh uh wa oh
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| And I’m willing to start a fight
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| Uh wa oh uh wa oh
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| Children in the city don’t look so pretty
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| Uh wa oh uh wa oh
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| Children in the city don’t look so pretty
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| I know I’m in the underground
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| We the youth we walk on floating doors
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| I don’t know where I’ve seen them
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| Kids parade around till they drop dead
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| I know I’m in the underground
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| We the youth we walk on floating doors
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| I don’t know where I’ve seen them
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| Kids parade around till they drop dead |