| Wear your shirts all the same colour
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| Burn the books thrown to you by your father
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| Take care so you don’t fall into the ordinary people
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| Who fester and grow below
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| To the 'never never land' they go
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| Languish in your primal innocence
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| And ignore the act of love
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| But god’s son shines bright through the thunder
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| Your love is pure
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| Your love is pure
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| Kneel! |
| Cherish! |
| Obey!
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| Hypnotised by your despair
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| When you’re the pissed and the lonely
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| Beware Beware!
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| And when you close your eyes
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| Stretchy lingers reach down and out
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| Caress your thighs, caress your thighs
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| Caress your thighs
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| Hypnotised by your despair
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| When you’re the pissed and the lonely
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| Beware beware!
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| Dreaming in the church of love and hate
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| No sex here we’re young and clean
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| Anyway somebody once said
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| 'Mark out your destiny
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| Stealing from a clothes line
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| Is not christianity'
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| So languish in your primal innocence
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| And accept the act of love
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| Anyway somebody once said
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| 'Our happy new life
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| Killed off by the passion of a memory
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| Killed off by the pack of lies'
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| Kneel! |
| Cherish! |
| Obey!
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| Hypnotised by your despair
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| When you’re the pissed and the lonely beware
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| Beware beware! |