| As of late I don’t believe my open eyes
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| Not because its so surprising
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| It’s because they show me what I want to see
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| Even when it can’t be true
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| As much as I can tell, i’m an infidel
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| Im an inconsequential shell
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| So I ask myself, Am I an infidel
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| Because I don’t believe that my calluses are ever gonna leave
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| Now you’re gone I can’t believe the things I hear
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| Not because they’re so damn piercing
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| It’s because they whisper what I want to hear
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| Even when you can’t mean it
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| As much as I can tell, I’m an infidel
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| I’m an inconsequential shell
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| So I ask myself, am I an infidel
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| Because I don’t believe everything the eye tells me
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| Now I know when the lightning will break
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| Because it all starts to ache
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| Before the clouds are in view
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| Now I know where the flood will occur
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| Because my eyes start to blur
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| Before the waters immerse us
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| As much as I can tell i’m an infidel
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| I’m an inconsequential shell
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| So I ask myself, am I an infidel
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| Because I don’t believe that my calluses are ever gonna leave |