| Now I don’t need your redemption
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| I don’t need you to deceive me
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| And I don’t need your forgiveness
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| I only want you to believe me
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| You see me here, I’m standing naked
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| You see me here on my knees
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| Now all my life I’ve been wandering
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| Looking for teachers with the keys
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| Nothing found, still searching for sound
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| Underground
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| So let me tell you about a story
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| It’s about a man consumed with vice
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| He’s theosophical in nature
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| And hedonistic in disguise
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| And all his life he’s been wandering
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| Looking for teachers with the keys
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| Nothing found, still searching for sound
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| Underground
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| Now I don’t need your redemption
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| I don’t want you to deceive me
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| And I don’t need your forgiveness
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| I only want you to believe me
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| That all my life I’ve been wandering
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| Looking for teachers with the keys
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| Nothing found, still searching for sound
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| Underground
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| And all my life I’ve been wandering
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| Looking for teachers with the keys
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| Nothing found, still searching for sound
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| Underground
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| Underground
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| Underground |