| He made an enemy, then
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| He made an enemy of all of you
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| It’s him, not you
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| You never heard it from me
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| But there’s a breach in the hull
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| Where the truth and the water’s too deep to prove
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| He made an enemy, then
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| He made an enemy of all of you
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| It’s him, not you
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| It’s a little red sea- let the miracle worker go free
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| See the paddle go up and the paddle go down
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| And the paddle go up and the paddle go down
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| And the paddle go up and the paddle go down
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| And the man falls in the sea
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| He was a man of many nations
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| Had a hundred souls and a hundred to go
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| He was a man of many nations
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| Two hearts, two hands, it’s a slippery slope
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| He had a fear of being naked
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| But you’re any other man in another man’s clothes
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| He was a man of many nations
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| With revelations, oh, revelations
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| He wrote a book about the Bible
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| And he wrote a book about men in the sky
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| He wrote a book about the smell of winter
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| Then two, a little less simple to decipher
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| Saying, «I am the water at the foot of the palms
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| Oh, I’m sand and wind and a shitty mirage
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| But either way, I’m a man of many nations!»
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| Was it the mending of the gown
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| Or the running it around?
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| Was it the mending of the gown
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| Or the running and the running it around?
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| She had a name, she had a spirit
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| She had a line in the play, if you waited to hear it
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| But a master of disguises
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| Her demise was her design, they said
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| Was it the mending of the gown
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| Or the running, and the running, and the running it around?
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| She said, «My name and my spirit are both corrupt
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| And if you hold me close, you gotta hold me up»
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| It was the tender mending of this slender gown
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| That brought me bending to the ground
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| Now you’ll wear any old thing
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| Oh, you’ll wear any old thing
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| So she wrapped herself in swaddling
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| That the fever deviated to a broken wing
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| It’s an act, I think she’s just pretending
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| It’s an act, I think, she’s just pretending
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| If you burn the virgin flags, then I will shake (Shake!)
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| As the heat waves in the sand
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| This one’s for Maggie (This one’s for Maggie!)
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| This one’s for Sam (This one’s for Sam!)
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| This one’s for Maggie (This one’s for Maggie!)
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| This one’s for Sam (This one’s for Sam!)
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| Or any other random spirit lover busted
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| I have lusted after you
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| The way bloodsuckers do!
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| The way bloodsuckers do!
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| The way bloodsuckers do!
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| Was it the mending of the gown
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| Or the running it around?
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| Was it the mending of the gown
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| Or the running, and the running
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| And the running, and the running it around?
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| It was the tender mending of this slender gown
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| That brought me bending to the ground
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| But this ship was built to go down
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| See the paddle go up and the paddle go down!
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| And the paddle go up and the paddle go down!
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| And the paddle go up and the paddle go down!
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| And the paddle go up and the paddle go down! |