Everyone's footsteps pound like hammers
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to my brain
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And all the lives I've broke
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And all that remains
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Everything, everyone around me reminds me
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Of my sins
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If I was Mr. Turtle Man
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I'd pull my head back in
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I'm not your Jesus
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I'm not your
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Here in my shell, alone I dwell
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My so called friends come with pitchforks
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And drag me off to hell
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ˇ®Cuz I made too many promises
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That I can't alter
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I may look like your Jesus
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But I can't walk on water
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I'm not your Jesus
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I'm not your
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False, indifference
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Not really here right
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Just a lump of clay with a crown of thorns
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Could've been the leader of the master race
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Or a Greek poet before I was born
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My soul is not my own
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It's shared with a thousand fading dreams
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Exposed to the naked eye is why
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I'm always picked last on the team
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I'm not your Jesus
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I'm not your
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Senorita Beefeater
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Kilgore Smudge |