| Maybe you remember, maybe you’re locked away
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| Maybe we’ll meet again some better day, some better life
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| Mmm, Jonathon Fisk speaks with his fists
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| Can’t let me walk home on my own
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| And just like a knife, down on my life
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| So many ways to set me right
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| It’s such a long way home
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| It’s how the story goes
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| And it’s like atom bombs and blunt razors
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| Atom bombs and blunt razors
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| Jonathon then says it’s a sin
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| But he don’t think twice 'cause, to him
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| Religion don’t mean a thing
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| It’s just another way to be right-wing
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| Just like a knife, down on my life
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| So many ways to set it right
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| That’s how it goes
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| That’s how the story goes
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| It’s such a long way home
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| You’re too old to understand
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| 'Cause I just want to get home now
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| I just want to get home now
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| Jonathon’s right down on my life
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| So many ways to set me right
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| On the long walk home
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| That’s how the story goes
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| And Jonathon Fisk, always a risk
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| Tells me he counts my teeth every night
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| I want to get 'em all back now
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| I want to get 'em all back
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| And I want to turn him around |