We're lit by a torch
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As we kneel in the court of the king
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As we sift through the bones of an idol
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We dig for the bones of an idol
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When the will is gone
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'Cause something keeps turning us on
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You hold up the cup
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You've been searching for
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Since you were young
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When you still had the bones of an idol
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If you still had the bones of an idol
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You'd be long long gone
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But something keeps turning you on
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We cling to the raft we are missing
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By half what we wanted
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But we escaped with the bones of an idol
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Escaped with the belt and the title
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But our land is gone
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And something keeps turning us on
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The Bones Of An Idol
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| The New Pornographers |
