| No more politics, i know what’s next
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| Call me hypocrite, and burn down bridges
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| I got a river running through my neck
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| I got a river running through my heart
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| And all the blood, it spills, runs to the ocean
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| While the oceans rise up and mingle with the air
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| Growing fingertips and semen-stained covers
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| Singing mercy me, oh god, oh ecstasy, oh yeah, right there
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| Fantastic chicks, strawberry hips
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| Light me a candle, blow out my wish
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| Unconscious id, turns toward the sun
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| Knows where the warmth is, knows what it wants
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| Wants to be filled in, wants to be filled up
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| I want to be reborn, i want to be re-loved
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| And all the babies born swim from the ocean
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| All the rain that falls runs into the sea
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| Growing crazy mixed-up frogs that preach the coming of disaster
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| Singing mercy me, oh god, oh hell and ecstasy
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| El Dorado blues, nowhere left to run
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| Grandma got plutonium under the rug
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| Fanatical bliss, fanatical fire
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| Fanatics don’t let their babies go dancing
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| You repress the beat, you repress the wine
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| Your momma mistook you for a lion
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| She cut off your head, she don’t know you’re dead
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| And all the streets you ruled run red
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| Mmm, the grass grows green where the homeless man sleeps
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| And the mystic sneezes rain (?), i like your polka-dotted panties
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| And the heat grows desire as a white back arches
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| Under a hot blue sky, sunny afternoon in the park
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| Ha la na na, ha na na na
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| La na na, na na na
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| Etc. etc
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| No more politics, i know what’s next
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| You call me hypocrite, come on burn it down
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| No more politics, i know what’s next
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| We’re all hypocrites, come on burn it down
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| Go on, burn it down
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| Come on, burn it down |