| Levitate the Pentagon
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| Burn the witches from your eyes
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| You said
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| You swore you saw it rise
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| Levitate the Pentagon
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| Let the losers tell their side
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| You said
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| You swore you saw it rise
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| Pain’s a secret no one keeps
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| You’re the lie that I believe
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| Hanging out outside church basements
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| Waiting for meetings to end
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| Half our friends are in recovery
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| Half our friends are dead
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| Well, smoking won’t get you sober
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| And the drugs no longer work
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| We’ve got coke, but no keys, no car, no home
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| Levitate the Pentagon
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| Burn the witches from your eyes
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| You said
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| You swore you saw it rise
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| Levitate the Pentagon
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| Let the losers tell their side
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| You said
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| You swore you saw it rise
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| Now you’re in a strip club in DC at 3 in the afternoon
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| Trying to convince some sad refugee you’re different
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| But like a self-help book at the STD clinic, that ship has sailed that ship
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| sailed
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| All the ships have sailed. |
| You’ve always had a Clintonian grasp of truth and
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| beauty
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| You were born to die in a better world than this one
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| Your tombstone will read, «I tried, I failed; |
| only God and everyone else can
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| and should
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| Judge me.»
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| Levitate the Pentagon
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| Burn the witches from your eyes
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| You said
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| You swore you saw it rise
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| Levitate the Pentagon
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| Let the losers tell their side
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| You said
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| You swore you saw it rise |