| Here’s to the God of false fresh starts
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| Who’s worshipers can be found wherever you are
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| With a fresh gym card and a bear claw in each hand
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| Raise up your glass to the saint of lost causes
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| He’s had His eye on me since I started walking
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| He gave me my first title which said «I'm free to a good home»
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| But my God and your God they don’t get along
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| As miserable apart as they were as one
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| Oh, my God and your God they don’t get along
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| Chasing each other like the moon chase the sun
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| Here’s to the lady, I won’t say her name
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| The moment I do, well she won’t come again
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| But a roll of the dice could mean a change in all our stars
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| Throw a penny in the jar to my old bout with death
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| Welcomed by some, terrifies all the rest
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| But a couple of whiskies in, you see, he’s a right proper gent
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| But my God and your God they don’t get along
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| As miserable apart as they were as one
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| Oh, my God and your God they don’t get along
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| Chasing each other like the moon chase the sun
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| My God and your God they’re one in the same
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| Just hurting themselves to see if the other feels the pain
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| My God and your God, oh things will never change
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| Chasing each other to the end of our days
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| Give a smile and a towel to those wet born-agains
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| Wash away regret, hold their won’ts in again
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| I must admit to myself I find the constant quite appealing
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| Give one day a week to the God of song and drink
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| If one’s not enough then give more if you can
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| Cause this world’s kinda rough and we could all use a soul vacation
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| But my God and your God they don’t get along
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| As miserable apart as they were as one
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| Oh, my God and your God they don’t get along
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| Chasing each other like the moon chase the sun
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| My God and your God they’re one in the same
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| Just hurting themselves to see if the other feels the pain
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| My God and your God, oh things will never change
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| Chasing each other till the end of our days
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| My God and your God just fuck everything
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| Bring temples to the ground to see the other not win
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| I said, my God and your God were once in love
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| So disfigured, just look what they’ve become |