| There’s a long night ahead
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| Noise enough to wake the dead
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| Then you and I can cut loose
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| Gonna show you where I roost
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| A world gone mad —
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| Slime time on the news
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| Politics of fear
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| Shortening the fuse
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| Yes, I’ve grown weary
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| So very weary
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| (Take this) weight off my shoulders
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| Get to questioning my sanity
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| Don’t need them to check my integrity
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| Can’t be blind to my vanity
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| With friends like these, well, who needs enemies?
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| When I’m wracked with the pain
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| Been nearly driven insane
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| I reach for you in the night
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| Make the load seem light
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| You raise my kundalini —
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| Never been more in tune with my fantasies
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| It‘s a revelation
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| The new infatuation
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| Yes, I’ve grown weary
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| So very weary
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| (Take this) weight off my shoulders
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| Get to questioning my sanity
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| Don’t need them to check my validity
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| Can’t be blind to, yes, my vanity
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| With friends like these, well, who needs enemies?
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| We’re all part of a manifest destiny
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| I’m down on pushing this corporate identity
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| There’ll never be a need for their indemnity
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| As long as there’s blacktop right in front of me
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| Never been more in tune with your energy |