| This is how the story goes
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| I’ve got something that I stole
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| A manuscript, a document
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| A failure and an argument
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| Kiss to sleep right through the night
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| Promise me and I wont fight
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| In an innocent way I shuttered sick
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| Scratched to solve the un-relievable itch
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| They say the holy wars
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| Were all started by hired crooks
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| If you believe in your heart, now it’s time to let go
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| Forget tomorrow’s sermon
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| Or let the moment pass you by
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| It’s too late
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| Numbers keep climbing gotta keep up the pace
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| Uproot the lines as they grow on your face
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| Career is over time to take of your clothes
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| Feel the drip as it numbs all you know
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| It’s only skin, oh it’s only skin
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| And you can’t stop the reaper
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| From the scythe that she’s swinging
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| A cut, a shot, the heat of her thighs
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| Eyes that are crazy cause you can’t find a friend
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| I said the time is now and we got all
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| The time is now we got it, got it all, we got it
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| At the end of the world we’ll all have a big party
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| From sea to sea and into the desert sands
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| We’ll feel comfortable naked, won’t need our prescriptions
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| To say we’re happy and admit we’re all scared of growing old
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| Now is the time, the time is now
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| It’s not too late, not too late
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| Forget tomorrow’s sermon
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| We’re running… |