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the center of the earth
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or anywhere god decides
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full of fever pulling forth
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we hear our call as all
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and to the center of the earth
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as if written in
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and dna is reaching out
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to your frequency
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i want to live
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and don't want to die
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i want to live
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i want to try
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all in prayer
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prayer in all
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all are scared
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scared of all
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black rooms are calling
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to men in leather coats
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white labs are cooking
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up the silver ghost
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the glass migrates under
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her translucent skin
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and all the spiders wonder
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what we've got us in
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all is you
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you are all
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all with you
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you in all
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i want to live
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i don't want to die
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i want to live
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i want to try
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so, it's all very obtuse
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because it's all like, like, i don't know
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so, like, i started thinking
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that everything i operate on
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is based on what i believe god was telling me to do
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god could be my intuition or whatever
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but i always assume
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i always assume that the voice i hear is the voice of god
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then i started thinking
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what if i'm insane
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so i'm operating on the premise
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that i'm hearing the voice of god
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or what i perceive to be god speaking to me
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or through me
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but maybe i'm completly in...
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so all my...
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demagoguery in my life about me thinking that my life has importance
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my, my..
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thinking that my life has importance
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my, my, my thought of it
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and the fact that i believe that i'm following my intuition
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which in and of itself may be completely false
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so then i started freaking out thinking...
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of itself may be completely false
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and again this creature that believes that he's acting upon
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heavenly intuition, but meanwhile he's totally rampant
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and i started thinking maybe this is the cause
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of all the negativity against...
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and i started thinking maybe this is the cause
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of all the negativity against...
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and i started thinking maybe this is the cause
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of all the negativity against...
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so beats the final coda
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of our vinyl storm
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one more cherry cola
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to lift up her dead arms
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a dream of soft focus sunsets
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filters through the din
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we are losing contact
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as she dials it in
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she can hear glass calling
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or is it someone that looks like him
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she eyes tv reflection
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and nods a knowing look
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she says it doesn't matter
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she'd never liked her looks
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i have seen a thousand fractures
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i have seen everything
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cause knowing is its own answer
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love something in a book
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there's not much left to ponder
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not much left to cook
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as she counted the spiders
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as they crawled up inside her
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as she counted the spiders
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as they crawled up inside her
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as she counted the spiders
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as they crawled up inside her
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as she counted the spiders
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as they crawled up inside her
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as she counted the spiders
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as they crawled up inside her
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as she counted the spiders, oh
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Glass and the Ghost Children
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| The smashing pumpkins |
