| I’ve got an unfortunate feeling
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| I been beaten down
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| I feel that I’m done believing
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| Now the truth is coming out
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| What they’ve taken is more than a vow
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| They’ve taken your innocence
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| And then they throw em on a burning pile
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| All along they’re saying
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| «Mind your manners!»
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| I caught myself believing
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| That I needed God
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| And if it’s out there somewhere
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| We sure could use hymn now
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| Try my patience!
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| My patience tried
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| This world’s a long love letter
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| That makes me want to cry
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| Ah ah ay ay
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| All along they’re saying
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| «Mind your manners!»
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| That’s all they’re saying
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| Self-realized and metaphysically redeemed
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| May not live another life
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| May not solve all mysteries
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| Right around the corner
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| Could be bigger than ourselves
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| We could will it to the sky
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| Or we could something else
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| And all along they’re saying
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| Mind your manners
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| Always praying
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| Self-realized and metaphysically redeemed
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| May not live another life
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| May not solve all mysteries
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| Right around the corner
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| Could be bigger than ourselves
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| We could will it to the sky
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| Or we could something else
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| Go to Heaven
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| That’s swell
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| How do you like your living hell?
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| Go to Heaven
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| That’s swell
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| How do you like your living hell?
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| Go to Heaven
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| That’s swell
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| How do you like your living hell? |