| 'Love, just don’t stare!'
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| He used to say to me
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| Every Sunday morning
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| The spider in the window
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| The angel in the pool
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| The old man takes the poison
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| Now the widow makes the rules
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| 'So speak, I’m right here!'
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| She used to say to me
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| Not a word, not a word
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| Judas on the ceiling
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| The Devil in my bed
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| I guess Easter’s never coming
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| So I’ll just wait inside my head
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| Like a scream but sort of silent
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| Living off my nightmares!
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| Voices repeating me!
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| «Feeling threatened? |
| We reflect your hopes and fears.»
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| Voices discussing me!
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| «Others steal your thoughts
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| They’re not confined within your mind.»
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| Thought disorder, dream control!
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| Now they read my mind on the radio
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| But where was the Garden of Eden?
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| I feel elated, I feel depressed
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| Sex is death, Death is sex
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| Says it right here on my Crucifix
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| Like a scream but sort of silent
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| Living off my nightmares!
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| Voices protecting me!
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| «Good behavior brings the Savior to his knees»
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| Voices rejecting me!
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| «Others steal your thoughts
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| They’re not confined to your own mind»
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| «I don’t want to be here, cause of my
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| Suffering, cause of my illness
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| Only love is worth having, only
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| Love is what matters, loving every
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| People on equal terms!
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| «You've got to know who you’re
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| Dealin' with because, like a stranger
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| A-heh, just might come in through
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| Here with a gun… and then, what
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| Would you do? |
| (Heh.)
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| Everything is immaterial!
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| 'n' you know that reality is immaterial!
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| This is not reality!»
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| I’m kneeling on the floor
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| Staring at the wall
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| Like the spider in the window
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| I wish that I could speak
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| Is there fantasy in refuge?
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| God in politicians?
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| Should I turn on my religion?
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| These demons in my head tell me to!
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| I’m lying here in bed
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| Swear my skin is inside out
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| Just another Sunday morning
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| Seen my diary on the newsstand
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| Seems we’ve lost the truth to quicksand
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| It’s a shame no one is praying
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| Cause these voices in my head keep saying:
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| «Love, just don’t stare
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| Reveal the Word when you’re supposed to»
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| Withdrawn and introverted
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| Infectiously perverted
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| «Being laughed at and confused
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| Keeps us pleasantly amused enough to stay»
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| Maybe I’m just Cassandra fleeting
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| Twentieth century Icon bleeding
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| Willing to risk Salvation
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| To escape from isolation
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| I’m witness to redemption
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| Heard you speak but never listened
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| Can you rid me of my secrets?
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| Deliver us from Darkness?
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| Voices repeating me!
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| «Feeling threatened? |
| We reflect your hopes and fears.»
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| Voices discussing me!
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| Don’t expect your own Messiah!
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| This neverworld which you desire
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| Is only in your mind |