| 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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| And they asked for ammunition
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| Acts of contrition and small alms
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| Wake me up, wake me up
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| Wake me up, wake me up
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| Wake me up with a slap or a kiss
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| Wake me up, wake me up
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| Wake me up, wake me up
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| Wake me up, 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 practicing my likeness
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| 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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| 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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| Wake me up, wake me up
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| Wake me up, wake me up
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| Wake me up with a slap or a kiss
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| Wake me up, wake me up
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| Wake me up, wake me up
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| Wake me up, 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
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| 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 colored thread of twine
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| They dragged that bruised and purple heart along the road to Palestine
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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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| 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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| Wake me up, wake me up
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| Wake me up, wake me up
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| Wake me up with a slap or a kiss
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| Wake me up, wake me up
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| Wake me up, wake me up
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| Wake me up, 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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| 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
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| Wake me up, wake me up
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| Wake me up |