| Drawn up all my findings
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| And I warn you they are candid
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| My every day begins
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| With reminders I’ve been stranded on this
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| Planet where I’ve landed
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| Beneath this gray as granite sky
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| A place I wake up blushing like I’m ashamed to be alive
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| How long can a world go on under such a subtle god?
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| How long can a world go on with no new word from God?
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| See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God
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| Trodding the sod of the visible with no new word from God
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| We’re just drinking margaritas at the mall
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| That’s what this stuff adds up to after all
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| Magenta, orange, acid green
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| Peacock blue and burgundy
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| Drinking margaritas at the mall
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| Standing in the shadows of the signpost on the road
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| 50 gates of understanding, 49 are closed
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| Yes, I guess this time I really hit that number on the nose
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| What I’d give for an hour with the power on the throne
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| How long can a world go on under such a subtle god?
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| How long can a world go on with no new word from God?
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| See the plod of the flawed individual looking for a nod from God
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| Trodding the sod of the visible with no new word from God
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| We’re just drinking margaritas at the mall
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| This happy hour’s got us by the balls
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| Magenta, orange, acid green
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| Peacock blue and burgundy
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| Drinking margaritas at the mall
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| We’re drinking margaritas at the mall
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| Drinking margaritas at the mall |