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93 lines
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Executable File
'Love, just don't stare'
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He used to say to me
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Every Sunday morning
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The spider in the window
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The angel in the pool
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The old man takes the poison
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Now the widow makes the rules
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'So speak, I'm right here'
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She used to say to me
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Not a word, not a word
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Judas on the ceiling
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The devil in my bed
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I guess Easter's never coming
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So I'll just wait inside my head
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Like a scream but sort of silent
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Living out my nightmares
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Voices repeating me
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'Feeling threatened?
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We reflect your hopes and fears.'
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Voices discussing me
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'Others steal your thoughts
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They're not confined
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Within your mind.'
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Thought disorder
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Dream control
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Now they read my mind on the radio
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But where was the Garden of Eden?
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I feel elated
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I feel depressed
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Sex is death, Death is sex
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Says it right here on my Crucifix
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Like a scream but sort of silent
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Living out my nightmares
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Voices protecting me
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'Good behavior
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Brings the Savior
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To his knees.'
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Voices rejecting me
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'Others steal your thoughts
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They're not confined
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To your own mind.'
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"I don't want to be here, 'cause of my
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Suffering, 'cause of my illness.
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Only love is worth having, only
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Love is what matters, loving every
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People on equal terms. "
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"You've got to know who you're
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Dealin' with because, like a stranger,
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A-heh, just might come in through
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Here with a gun... and then, what
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Would you do? (Heh.)"
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"Everything is immaterial"
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"'n' you know that reality is immaterial."
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"This is not reality"
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I'm kneeling on the floor
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Staring at the wall
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Like the spider in the window
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I wish that I could speak
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Is there fantasy in refuge?
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God in politicians?
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Should I turn on my religion?
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These demons in my head tell me to
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I'm lying here in bed
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Swear my skin is inside out
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Just another Sunday morning
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Seen my diary on the newsstand
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Seems we've lost the truth to quicksand
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It's a shame no one is praying
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'Cause these voices in my head
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Keep saying
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'Love, just don't stare.'
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'Reveal the Word when you're
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Supposed to'
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Withdrawn and introverted
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Infectiously perverted
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'Being laughed at and confused
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Keeps us pleasantly amused
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Enough to stay.'
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Maybe I'm just Cassandra fleeting
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Twentieth century Icon bleeding
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Willing to risk Salvation
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To escape from isolation
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I'm witness to redemption
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Heard you speak but never listened
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Can you rid me of my secrets?
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Deliver us from Darkness?
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Voices repeating me
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'Feeling threatened?
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We reflect your hopes and fears.'
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Voices discussing me
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Don't expect your own Messiah
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This never world which you desire
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Is only in your mind. |