This towns¡¯, this towns¡¯ religion,
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I don¡¯t get it; I just don¡¯t get it,
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Shoot first, think last, forgive me,
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I don¡¯t get it, but somehow I¡¯m still right here,
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And this is the world we made, (it¡¯s) too late to start again, (I guess= B+D4)
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But at least I know where I belong¡¦
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This town, this towns¡¯ religion,
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I don¡¯t get it; I just don¡¯t get it,
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Drink more, talk less, so guilty,
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I don¡¯t get it, but somehow I¡¯m still right here,
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And this is the world we made, (it¡¯s) too late to start again,
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But at least I know where I belong, the face don¡¯t fit but we can run,
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¡°Whatever must you think of me, Simone? Not offerin¡¯ to guide you safely home?
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The stolen cars that tear the field apart, they¡¯re bearing down on us, we must depart¡±,
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The lovers in the photograph have gone; the lovers in the photograph have flown,
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Because no lover could believe in, this town, this town¡¯s religion,
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And this is the world we made, strung out on street parades,
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But at least I know where I belong, the face don¡¯t fit so we should run.
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This Town's Religion
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