The people come and lay down on the ground
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They want to hear all the beautiful sounds
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Of the organ player
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But in the crowd is a bitter young man
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He can't accept what the other ones can
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That the song is greater than him
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Spreading vemon in the crowd
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Laughing high horses are loud
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The player plays ever furiously
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He won't be swayed from the right melody
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Because he knows its beauty
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The bitter man shoots his arrows of flame
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He's got to take out the source of his pain
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At the cost of righteous thinking
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Casting necromancer spells
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Summoning demons from hell
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The tones rise up
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And spill his cup
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He can't defeat this tune
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[lead break]
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Casting necromancer spells
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Summoning demons from hell
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Another verse and the melodies rise
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A perfect tune doesn't need a disguise
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Cause there is no fighting
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And nature says what is high and is low
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Father Time will reveal what is show
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And the bitter man is falling
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The tones rise up
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And spill his cup
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He can't defeat this tune
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Another verse and the melodies rise
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A perfect tune doesn't need a disguise
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Cause there is no fighting
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And nature says what is high and is low
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Father Time will reveal what is show
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And the bitter man is falling
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To his knees
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On his knees
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On his knees
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On his knees
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The Organ Player
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| Weezer |
