I had a hole in the middle,
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Where the lightning went through,
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I told my friends not to worry,
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My wife would know how to fix it.
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Hole in the middle,
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I'm seeing less of you.
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Now I'm not going anywhere, and I don't know what I'll do.
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It's easy to lose your grip.
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It's easy.
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I never tell my decisions to the ones I adore,
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I just show up like a Bible-breather outside the door.
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But when I look in the window,
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I see girls on TV,
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Living and dying in LA, and it means nothing to me.
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It's easy to lose your grip.
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It's easy.
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It's easy to lose your grip.
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It's easy.
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So I walk through the streets I love,
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And I'm led to the house I built,
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And I walk through the streets I love,
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And I lay in your bed again.
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Wake up your saints, Jenny, I need them,
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Jenny, I need them, today.
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Wake up your saints, Jenny, I need them,
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Jenny, I need them, today.
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I didn't have to explain to her that I wasn't dead,
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She sat me down and lit some colored candles over my head.
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She said, "You're right it's a living, but you're wrong for the life,
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You know you never should've listened to my father's advice."
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It's easy to lose your grip.
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It's easy.
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It's easy to lose your grip.
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It's easy.
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So I walk through the streets I love,
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And I'm led to the house I built,
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And I walk through the streets I love,
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And I lay in your bed again.
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Wake up your saints, Jenny, I need them,
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Jenny, I need them, today.
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Wake up your saints, Jenny, I need them,
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Jenny, I need them, today.
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Wake Up Your Saints
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