| Every finger in the room
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| Is pointing at me
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| I wanna spit in their faces
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| Then I get afraid of what that could bring
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| I got a bowling ball in my stomach
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| I got a desert in my mouth
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| Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
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| I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
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| Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
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| I’ve been raising up my hands
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| Drive another nail in
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| Just what God needs
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| One more victim
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| Why do we
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| Crucify ourselves
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| Every day
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| I crucify myself
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| Nothing I do is good enough for you
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| Crucify myself
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| Every day
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| I crucify myself
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| My heart is sick of being, I said,
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| my heart is sick of being in chains, oh, oh, chains
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| Got a kick for a dog
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| Beggin' for love
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| I gotta have my suffering
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| So that I can have my cross
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| I know a cat named Easter
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| He says, «Will you ever learn?
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| You’re just an empty cage, girl,
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| If you kill the bird.»
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| I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
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| Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
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| I’ve been raising up my hands
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| Drive another nail in
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| Got enough guilt to start my own religion
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| Why do we
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| Crucify ourselves
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| Every day
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| I crucify myself
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| Nothing I do is good enough for you
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| Crucify myself
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| Every day
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| I crucify myself
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| My heart is sick of being, I said,
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| my heart is sick of being in chains, oh, oh, chains
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| Please believe
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| Save me
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| I cry
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| I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
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| Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
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| I’ve been raising up my hands
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| Drive another nail in
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| Where are those angels when you need them?
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| Why do we crucify ourselves
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| Every day
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| I crucify myself
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| Nothing I do is good enough for you
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| Crucify myself
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| Every day
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| I crucify myself
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| My heart is sick of being, I said,
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| my heart is sick of being in chains, oh, oh, chain |