I've got this phosphorescent portrait of gentle Jesus meek and mild
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?I've got this harlot that I'm stuck with carrying another man's child
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?The solitary star announcing vacancy burnt out as we arrived
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?They'd throw us back across the border if they knew that we survived
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And they were surprised to see us
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?So they greeted us with palms
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?They asked for ammunition, acts of contrition and small alms
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?
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Wake me up, wake me up, wake me up, wake me up, wake me up
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With a slap or a kiss
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Wake me up, wake me up, wake me up, wake me up, wake me up
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There must be something better than this
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?I've got this imaginary radio, and I'm punching up the dial
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?I've got the A.C. trained on the T.V. so it won't blow up in my eye
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?And everything that I thought fanciful or mocked as too extreme
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?Must be family entertainment here in the strange land of my dreams
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?And I'm practising my likeness of St. Francis of Assisi
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?And if I hold my hand outstretched
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?A little bird comes to me
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?
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?And I might recite a small prayer
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?If I ever said them
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?I lay down on an iron frame
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?And found myself in Bedlam
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?Stepping on the fingers that were stretching through the bars
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?Wailing echoes down the corridors
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?
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?Wake me up, wake me up, wake me up, wake me up, wake me up
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With a slap or a kiss
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Wake me up, wake me up, wake me up, wake me up, wake me up
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There must be something better than this
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?They've got this scared and decorated girl strapped to the steel trunk of a Mustang
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?They drove her down a cypress grove where traitors hang and stars still spangle
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?They dangled flags and other rags along a coloured thread of twine
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?They dragged that bruised and purple heart along the road to Palestine
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?
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?Someone went off muttering, he mentioned thirty pieces
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?Easter saw a slaughtering, each wrapped in bloodstained fleeces
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?
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My thoughts returned to vengeance but I put up no resistance
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?Though I seemed a long way from my home
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?It really was no distance
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?
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?Wake me up, wake me up, wake me up, wake me up, wake me up
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With a slap or a kiss
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Wake me up, wake me up, wake me up, wake me up, wake me up
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There must be something better than this
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?And the player piano picks out "Life Goes On"
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?The Ringtone rang out "Jerusalem"
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?Into the pit of sadness
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?Where the wretched plunge
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?We've buried all the Innocents
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?We must bury revenge
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?
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?Wake me up, wake me up, wake me up, wake me up, wake me up
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There must be something better than this
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There must be something better than this
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There must be something better than this
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?In the name of the Father and the Son
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In the name of Gasoline and a Gun
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Wake me up, wake me up, wake me up, wake me up, wake me up
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Wake Me Up
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| Elvis Costello |
