If I run uphill I'm out of breath
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If I spend all of my money I've got no money left
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If I place all of my chips on only one bet
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I'm all in
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And it's a surefire bet I'm gonna die
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So I'm taking up praying on Sunday nights
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And it's not that I believe in your almight
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But I might as well as insurance or bail
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Cause institution's like a big bright lie
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And it blinds you into fear and consuming and fight
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And you've been in the desert underneath the charging sky
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It's just you and God
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But what if God's not there?
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But his name is on your dollar bill
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Which just became cab fare
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For the Evangelist, the Communist, the Lefts and the Rights
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And the hypocrites and the Jesuits and the blacks and the whites
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It's in the belly of the beast
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In the Atlanta streets
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Or up in Laurel Canyon
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The verge of Middle East
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Still they're dying on the dark continent
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It's been happening long enough to mention it
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Have I mentioned my parents are getting back together again
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It's been 25 years
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Of spreading infection
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Somehow we're not affected
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So my mom, she brushes her hair
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And my dad starts growing Bob Dylan's beard
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And I share with my friends a couple of beers
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In the Orlando streets
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The Charging Sky
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| Jenny Lewis with the Watson Twins |
