| Your personal religion
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| Your enthusiastic expression
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| Your daring clothes, your overdose
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| Your intimate songs
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| Your broken vows, your divorces
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| Your forced sexual discourses
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| Your tight jeans, your sun cream spirituality
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| It doesn’t speak, doesn’t speak
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| Your anti-depressant breakfast table
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| Your MTV porn feeding the children
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| How did your dad think you’re worth the war?
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| Your clever quotes on independence
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| Your independent of loneliness
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| Your massive, massive lack of self control
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| It doesn’t speak, it doesn’t speak for me
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| It doesn’t speak, it doesn’t speak for me
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| Yeah
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| You’re taking care of your body
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| You’re taking care of your soul
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| You’re psycho, your psychoanalysis
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| Your T-shirt says punk, you’re so rock and roll
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| You do whatever you want, oh I know I know
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| You’re individual, individual-al-al vomit
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| It doesn’t speak, it doesn’t speak for me
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| It doesn’t speak, it doesn’t speak for me
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| With the sound of my city
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| With the blowing of the wind
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| And the silence of our children sleeping
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| Have I come to understand
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| With the pushing of the rivers
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| With the falling of the rain
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| With the dusting way it’s drifting
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| I will sing and sing again
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| It’s never gonna die, it’s never gonna die, oh no
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| It’s never gonna die, it’s never gonna die
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| It’s never gonna die, it’s never gonna die, oh no
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| It’s never gonna die, it’s never never gonna die |