| I don’t need your pity disbelief or sympathy
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| I don’t need no doctor, shrink or psychotherapy
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| Who are you to say you’re sorry if I were to die
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| Who are you to complain when you’re got your piece of the pie
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| Out of the closet, out of your hole
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| Out of your hard earned place
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| But don’t you push your luck I’ll take that big wide grin
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| Straight off your face
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| Look at all those smiling faces preaching on TV
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| I don’t need their politics to stir my fantasies
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| To watch the late night news it scares me to the bone
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| When I read the papers I feel naked and alone
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| Think you’ll believe it where the evil flowers grow
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| With Jesus, Mary and the Holy Ghost
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| When it all comes down
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| Is there anything that justifies the things we do
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| When it all comes down
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| There’s a reason for the pain we must be goin' through
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| Same greasy dirty young man traveling to the East
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| When a bird comes flying further dreams can be released
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| Same little flashes waving banners cross your line
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| When at first you walk with me you’ll then set free the mind
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| I see my future being washed up on the shore
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| I feel I’ve been through this, I’ve seen it all before
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| When it all comes down
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| Is there anything that justifies the things we do
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| When it all comes down
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| There’s a reason for the pain we must be goin' through
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| When it all comes down
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| Is there anything that justifies the things we do
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| When it all comes down
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| There’s a reason for the pain we must be goin' through
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| When it all comes down
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| Is there anything that justifies the things we do
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| When it all comes down
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| There’s a reason for the pain we must be goin' through
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| Yeah |