| All God's children need traveling shoes
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| Drive your problems from here
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| All good people read good books
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| Now your conscience is clear
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| I hear you talk girl
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| Now your conscience is clear
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| In the morning when I wipe my brow
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| Wipe the miles away
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| I like to think I can be so willed
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| And never do what you say
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| I'll never hear you
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| And never do what you say
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| Look my eyes are just holograms
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| Look your love has drawn red from my hands
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| From my hands you know you'll never be
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| More than twist in my sobriety
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| We just poked a little empty pie
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| For the fun that people had at night
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| Late at night don't need hostility
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| The timid smile and pause to free
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| I don't care about their different thoughts
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| Different thoughts are good for me
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| Up in arms and chaste and whole
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| All God's children took their toll
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| Look my eyes are just holograms
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| Look your love has drawn red from my hands
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| From my hands you know you'll never be
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| More than twist in my sobriety
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| Cup of tea take time to think yeah
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| Time to risk a life a life a life
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| Sweet and handsome soft and porky
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| You pig out 'til you've seen the light
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| Pig out 'til you've seen the light
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| Half the people read the papers
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| Read them good and well
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| Pretty people nervous people
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| People have got to sell
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| News you have to sell |