| Ye that think that all is well
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| Throwing fires here and there
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| All get in the same path
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| 'cause salvation will not come
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| You forestall last train
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| Vain flares are the constraint
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| Please get real somehow
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| 'cause salvation will not come
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| Oh you, miraculously get tidied up
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| Take off and do what’s right, now
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| You may dream of glory
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| Shabbiness is your story
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| You may don’t know otherwise
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| Well, at least you should try
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| You see, the chains are breaking
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| Even life is counterfeiting
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| You should think it over
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| 'cause salvation will not come
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| Oh you, miraculously get tidied up
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| Take off and do what’s right, now
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| Nah, it can’t be worse
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| Nah, you must be false
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| Nah, pathetic me
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| Nah
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| Nah, it can’t be worse
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| Nah, you must be false
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| Nah, pathetic me
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| Nah |