| I got a venom like a snake running out of my mouth
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| (running out of my mouth, running out of my mouth)
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| It’s got you burning at the stake
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| Innocent or not, you’re not a bet I care to take
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| And Father Ignorance will make brothers of us all
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| (brothers of us all, brothers of us all)
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| As he sets our torch aflame
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| Chasing down the flimsy specters that we co-create
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| Over and over, again
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| We keep that old wheel turning
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| We spin it around
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| I got a terror I can’t shake pushing down on my lungs
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| (pushing down on my lungs, pushing down on my lungs)
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| It’s got me lying there awake with a hand on a gun while turning shadows into
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| shapes
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| Mother Fortuna, O, she makes sisters of us all
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| (sisters of us all, sisters of us all)
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| When the faces in her wake
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| Look more like our own than the effigies we immolate
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| Over and over, again
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| We keep that old wheel turning
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| Over and over, again
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| We lay the next spoke down
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| Over and over, again (oceans will roll in)
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| Over and over, again
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| We spin it around |