| Well I don’t need more guilt here in my life
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| How the hell is that supposed to help me find the light?
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| And I don’t need you preaching at me day and night
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| About the way I look, the way I walk
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| The way I dress and the way I talk
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| There’s something that you think you see like you’ve ever looked at me
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| You say you’ve got it figured out
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| And you seem so damn proud about it
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| I never really trusted folks who have to talk so loud
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| That ain’t to say you never looked me in the eye
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| But lookin' isn’t seein' when you just can’t spare the time
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| Besides you’re selling things I just don’t feel like buying
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| Like guilt and pain
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| Fear and shame
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| Who to thank, and who to blame
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| A set of rules that’s bound to keep the living out of life
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| Who to love and who to hate
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| What’s too soon and what’s too late
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| There’s some test you have to pass before you feel the love of god
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| Well I don’t need some fear of afterlife
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| How the hell is that supposed to help me find the light?
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| And I don’t need you preaching at me day and night
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| About the things I do and the things I don’t
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| What I will and what I won’t
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| There’s fire in your eyes sir, and it chills me to the bone
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| You say you’ve got it figured out
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| And you seem so damn proud about it
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| I never really trusted folks who have to talk so loud
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| So thanks alot man, but I’ll be moving on
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| Yours is a hateful sermon, and it takes too goddamned long
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| See, life is short and I’m gonna find mine searching for the light
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| Yes I’m searching for the light
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| Searching for the light… |