Have you ever felt too far gone to be a sinner
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But you know yourself too well to ever be a saint?
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Well it's okay 'cause the kids are making models of God out of paper mache
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Why did you ever vow to take the decadent path?
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'Cause you smile like a devil and shut up like a trap
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Well it's okay 'cause you fixed your scruff so now you can be properly scragged
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Despair and disease spread on dollar bills
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Convenience, well it strips you bare of consciousness
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Have you ever felt a moment of aphasia?
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Have you ever met your match at the apex?
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You ever fall down so hard that everything shakes
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Have you ever been in the corner of the room
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And it feels like the farthest corner of the world?
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Did you find it hard just to be so sure?
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Well there ain't no arrows on the moon
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And there ain't no wishes on the stars
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And there ain't no hero in your world
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We got no reason to feel sure
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Farmed in a factory gets devoured
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And the manmade machinery gets empowered
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And if you don't your milk young man
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You know it will turn sour
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And I watch sixty minutes go by hour after hour after hour!
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Not So Dense
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Deer Tick |