| God only knows all the side effects of listening to static on the radio
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| Stare at the screen ‘til the videos have driven you to lunacy with visuals
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| I can’t believe you sold…
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| I can’t believe you sold out
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| Rip your soul out
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| Rip your soul…
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| Would you face me and look into my eyes
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| Before you lie straight through your teeth
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| And maybe you’ll pull it off again
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| But you can count me out
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| Look to the sun
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| For the energy you’re gonna need
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| While fighting for your legacy
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| Take it and run
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| So they’ll never know the holy ghost
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| Is not in you and never was
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| I can’t believe you sold…
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| I can’t believe you sold out
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| Rip your soul out
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| Rip your soul…
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| Would you face me and look into my eyes
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| Before you lie straight through your teeth
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| And maybe you’ll pull it off again
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| But you can count me out
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| Can’t believe you’re selling out
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| Know we bury all our useless
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| We bury all out useless every day
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| Would you face me and look into my eyes
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| Before you lie straight through your teeth
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| And maybe you’ll pull it off again
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| But you can count me out
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| They’re so tasteless
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| Changing
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| To be the one they want
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| Faceless
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| Wasted
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| You don’t know who you are |