| Carve the pain and start again,
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| Keep up the reputation.
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| Hide the marks and be the spark
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| In any situation.
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| Set the sight, a perfect night,
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| The mental degradation.
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| Trouble caused to wild applause,
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| The trials and tribulations.
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| Freed from strife, a troubled life
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| In the hands of our living gods.
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| A simple glance, dreams of romance,
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| They hold the cards.
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| Stomach churns, the nicotine burns,
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| hand-to-mouth existence.
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| We’re legally caged, slave to the wage,
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| Bow to the Man’s insistence.
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| In solitude cannot intrude
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| Those fantasies of kinship.
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| Build the shrine, frozen in time.
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| Iconoclastic worship.
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| Lord the stage, the senses rage
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| Songs that give direction.
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| Fulfil the need, preach the creed
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| To the congregation.
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| Freed from strife, a troubled, life
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| In the hands of our living gods.
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| A simple glance, dreams of romance,
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| The hold the cards.
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| Famed rapport, they know the score,
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| Feed us inspirationally
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| Final song, our hero’s gone,
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| long remains the ecstasy
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| Sing the songs that shape our lives,
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| Offer the world, offer the knife
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| Don’t accept all we’ve been told
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| Break out and taste the liquid gold.
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| Freed from strife, a troubled life,
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| In the hands of our living gods.
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| A simple glance, dreams of romance,
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| They hold the cards.
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| Famed rapport, they know the score,
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| Feed no inspirationally.
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| Final song, our hero’s gone,
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| long remains the ecstasy.
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| Long remains the ecstacy. |