Well now, you don't need to be the son of a head Don't need that hair from God above If you lose tonight, don't be sad Cause see what I feel, heart attack You start a process that you close to mind Start of all those lies in your freak show Start of being alone at night Being the lowest kept on earth So glorious, the sound of the priests and glorious No longer the wasted kids to get You've been dreaming about No
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