| Why don’t you dance
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| When we sing these hymns?
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| «Cuz you sport the wrong pants
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| And attract the wrong kids»
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| Why should it fucking matter?
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| That’s not what music’s about
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| Before our first chord
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| Turn and raise your snout
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| When will we, when will we
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| Fly on golden wings to the far beyond?
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| I grew up in (I grew up in)
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| The shadow of (The shadow of)
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| A towering mountain (A towering mountain)
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| Raised on hipster love. |
| (Raised on hipster love)
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| When will they, when will we
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| Learn to kill the image?
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| Embrace the world?
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| Oh
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| I’m loosening
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| My grip on the fear of failure
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| And tightening my perception
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| Of what the world has needed
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| And «What?» |
| you ask, «Has the world needed?»
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| It’s love we say!
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| Yes, it’s love and not your image
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| Yes, it’s love and not your image
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| Yes, it’s love and not your image
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| Today I feel the guilt in my heart
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| It rattles my ribcage like a mule
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| You know the feeling you get when you’re tired
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| Of the person you’ve slowly become?
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| Mistake here, mistake there
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| Despite possible consequences
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| See, I’ve fucked it up over and over again
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| Oh God, don’t waste your time |