| False hope handed down, spun all around
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| With ignorance from past generations
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| How many times and with how many rhymes?
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| How many twisted endings for you, for you to realize?
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| It’s not for you to say what every heart should pay
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| Another body and soul that isn’t your own
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| Get off my back, this was never salvation for me
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| So keep it away
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| I don’t feel a thing can’t make believe I do
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| It’s something I don’t need, it’s something that you do
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| And I respect you. |
| Turning the page
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| Turning the page in an old book misread
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| Twenty something rows back now offer up your souls at
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| The drop of a single white robe
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| All things foretold, but do you really know what
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| Mans worst creation has got you in its hold
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| I refuse to pay (I refuse)
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| I refuse to stand for organized crime
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| Organized crime comes in more forms than one
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| And your god is no exception
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| I don’t feel a thing can’t make believe I do
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| It’s something I don’t need, it’s something that you do
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| And I respect you. |
| Turning the page
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| Turning the page in an old book misread
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| If I’m not being clear
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| This right here is about
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| It’s about my disgust
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| With the way I was almost brought up
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| I’m taking it back
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| My piece of mind
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| We’ll leave it at that
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| In '83 a lamb was led
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| For many years until its head
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| Began to swell, it did explode
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| With reasons to think on, to think on its own
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| I don’t feel a thing can’t make believe I do
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| It’s something I don’t need, something that you do
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| I respect you
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| Turning the page in an old book misread
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| I don’t feel a thing can’t make believe I do
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| It’s something I don’t need, it’s something that you do
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| And I respect you. |
| Turning the page
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| Turning the page in an old book misread
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| An old book misread |