There's a place I call home,
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and It's there anymore
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Once upon a crime, with the radio on I was trampled underfoot
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By the prince far guard broadcasting
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To your living room two miles from bangledesh
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I will walk your rope without that safety net this member is dismembered
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But who still remembers that we're all pretenders
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Watch your step because the mule is an empty
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Because the mule is free
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Fifth time on the mission
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Her volcano erupted so respect equal's embarassment testasterone coward
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I' m ashamed to be a pig amongst the pork
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That fights the war against the wounded
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And disabled the life I've encountered
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Take the time dont you hold your breath
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Cuz as the years pass by we turn blue
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You can't be absolute within the obsolete
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So don't whisper and murmur like a fool
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Pick a card from the shuffling base
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But all your kings and queens are gone
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So how the hell do you expect to swim in all your filthy cesspool of psalms
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Motel coffin deposit, down and out on 6th st. a la japan
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Emptiness Is A Mule
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At the Drive-In |