our idols lay in ruins
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we'd have saved them if we could
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but we still choose to worship
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the places where our idols stood.
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still believing
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they can save us,
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I've lived this way too long to turn back now
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Presuppositions set in stone
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this coffin sealed by my own pride,
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and though it seems the sun will shine,
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ill draw the shades and stay inside.
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if we've learned anything at all,
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its that the ghosts of idols will do just as well
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we all see what we want to anyway [screams:] anyway
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some things
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are better left unsaid.
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you know what's at stake
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something's are better left unsaid
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as long as we keep it
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in textbooks, then well be untouchable, untouchable
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we hate to lie to children,
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but after all its all
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for their own good.
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Where Idols Once Stood
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