| Step outside and raise your hand
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| Set your mind to see where I stand
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| And show me my broken home
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| I’ll sell my heart, I see no use
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| I can’t explain the things I do
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| It’s all I’ve ever known
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| So show me my broken home
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| There’s blood on my sleeve
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| My knees are weak trying
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| So preach on you Jesus freaks
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| I’m inspired
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| And now that I’m alone
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| I ain’t so tired
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| When did my life start to mean
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| Starving on a sucker’s dream?
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| It’s all I’ve ever known
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| So show me my broken home
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| There’s blood on my sleeve
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| My knees are weak trying
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| So preach on you Jesus freaks
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| I’m inspired
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| And now that I’m alone
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| I ain’t so tired
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| Oh tell me can you hear me now?
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| Tell me are you alright?
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| Is there anybody out there?
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| Smokin' mirrors in the moonlight
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| I’m alone but I’m only growing old
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| There’s blood on my sleeve
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| My knees are weak trying
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| So preach on you Jesus freaks
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| I’m inspired
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| And now that I’m alone
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| I ain’t so tired |