| One, two, three, four and five
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| Blood ran cold, but I’m comin' alive
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| One, two, three, four and five
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| Blood ran cold, but I’m comin' alive
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| I once courted a boy
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| He looked a lot like me
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| But his eyelids were destroyed
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| And his pupils
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| Kept sucking up data files like noodles
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| He pleasured himself to the music
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| Of well-dressed, inbred college students
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| As his girlfriend starved on the altar
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| To his blog of the sickening things he would call her
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| But now I’m coming alive
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| And like a weed through fields of
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| Placid posies thrive
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| Spewing glory, all draped in guts and their sense of a story
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| I need a song meant to rally the devils
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| Who dance on fields of brilliant treble
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| I need to ask you children a question
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| Do you really wanna stand stiff, at attention?
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| (No!)
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| Do you want it?
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| Do you need it?
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| Do you feel it?
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| Do you want it? |
| (No!)
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| Do you see it?
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| Believe it
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| Do you, do you, do you want it?
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| Burn a miracle if you’ve got a soul
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| Burn a miracle
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| Burn America
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| Burn America if you’ve got a soul
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| Burn America
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| Burn America
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| I saw Stereohead
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| They looked a lot like the
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| Same band, but they were deaf
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| And their singer kept twirling around
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| On a slick middle finger
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| And I’m awash in thunder and venom
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| They try to hold you down, but I won’t let ‘em
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| As we emerge from the muck and the mire
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| We’re gonna set their champagne god on fire
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| No!
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| Do you want it?
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| Do you need it?
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| Do you feel it?
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| Do you want it? |
| (No!)
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| Do you see it?
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| Believe it
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| Do you, do you, do you want it?
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| Burn a miracle if you’ve got a soul
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| Burn a miracle
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| Burn America
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| Burn America if you’ve got a soul
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| Burn America
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| Burn America
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| Burn America
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| Burn the dream
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| I know a place where the moon goes to fly
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| I know that dreams swarm and sting as they die
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| Let their corpses ride horses and stab through the sun
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| You loathe a life that you’ve barely begun
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| To live! |
| To live!
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| One, two, three, four and five
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| Blood ran cold, but I’m comin' alive |