| Put your pocketbooks away
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| My soul can’t be bought through the loss of one day
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| 'Cause you know that you are the same
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| As me when we move from your ideology
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| The situation is out of control
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| Some reach for their Bibles I reach for my soul
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| 'Cause you bleed red and so do I
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| Who’s to say that you’re wrong or to say that I’m right?
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| And was I just killing time?
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| Was I just filling space sitting on a land mine
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| Sipping drinks that were laced?
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| I don’t think that there’s anything I can’t do
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| But like a loaded gun in the hands of a child
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| Or a man on the run
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| Something’s bound to happen
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| And ooh Lord and all the days get so long
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| I don’t think I will make and
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| Ooh Lord and all the days turned to darkness
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| Sadness can’t shake it
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| Now I just can’t stay quiet
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| And you wonder
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| Why it don’t pay to feed and not be fed
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| I was told to stand in line
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| By someone long ago that explained me my life
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| I’m a mold and I know it’s a crime
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| That I followed the leader to dark and not light
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| And who was making these rules that we follow like sheep?
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| And who’s bending these rules just to format their needs?
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| I’m faced with falsehood everyday
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| It’s hard to tell who’s real and it’s hard to tell who’s fake
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| And was I just killing time?
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| Was I just filling space sitting on a land mine
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| Sipping drinks that were laced?
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| I don’t think that there’s anything I can’t do
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| But like a loaded gun in the hands of a child
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| Or a man on the run
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| Something’s bound to happen
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| And ooh Lord and all the days get so long
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| I don’t think I will make and
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| Ooh Lord and all the days turned to darkness
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| Sadness can’t shake it
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| And ooh Lord and all the days get so long
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| I don’t think I will make and
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| Ooh Lord and all the days turned to darkness
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| Sadness can’t shake it
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| Now I just can’t stay quiet
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| And you wonder
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| Why it don’t pay to feed and not be fed
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| Ooh Lord and all the days get so long
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| I don’t think I will make and
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| Ooh Lord and all the days turned to darkness
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| Sadness can’t shake it
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| And ooh Lord and all the days get so long
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| I don’t think I will make and
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| Ooh Lord and all the days turned to darkness
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| Sadness can’t shake it
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| And ooh Lord and
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| Ooh Lord and
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| Ooh Lord and |