I don´t wanna work in a building downtown
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No I don´t wanna work in a building downtown
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I don´t know what I´m gonna do
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Cause the planes keep crashing always two by two
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I don´t wanna work in a building downtown
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No I don´t wanna see when the planes hit the ground
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I don´t wanna work in a building downtown
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I don´t wanna work in a building downtown
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Parking their cars in the underground
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Their voices when they scream, well they make no sound
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I wanna see the cities rust
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And the troublemakers riding on the back of the bus
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Dear God, I´m a good Christian man
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In your glory, I know you understand
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That you gotta work hard and you gotta get paid
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My girl´s 13 but she don´t act her age
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She can sing like a bird in a cage
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O Lord, if you could see her when she´s up on that stage!
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You know that I´m a God-fearing man
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You know that I´m a God-fearing man
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But I just gotta know if it´s part of your plan
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To seat my daughters there by your right hand
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I know that you´ll do what´s right, Lord
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For they are the lanterns and you are the light
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Now I´m overcome
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By the light of day
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My lips are near but my heart is far away
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Tell me what to say
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I´ll be your mouthpiece!
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Into the light of a bridge that burns
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As I drive from the city with the money that I earned
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Into the black of a starless sky
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I´m staring into nothing
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and I´m asking you why
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Lord, will you make her a star
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So the world can see who you really are?
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Little girl, you´re old enough to understand
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That you´ll always be a stranger in a strange, strange land
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The men are gonna come when you´re fast asleep
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So you better just stay close and hold onto me
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If my little mocking bird don´t sing
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Then daddy won´t buy her no diamond ring
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Dear God, would you send me a child?
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Oh! God, would you send me a child
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Cause I wanna put it up on the TV screen
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So the world can see what your true word means
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Lord, would you send me a sign
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Cause I just gotta know if I´m wasting my time!
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Now I´m overcome
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By the light of day
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My lips are near but my heart is far away
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Now the war is won
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How come nothing tastes good?
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You´re such a sensitive child!
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Oh! You´re such a sensitive child!
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I know you´re tired but it´s alright
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I just need you to sing for me tonight
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You´re gonna have your day in the sun
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You know God loves the sensitive ones
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Oh! My little bird in a cage!
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Oh! My little bird in a cage!
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I need you to get up for me, up on that stage
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And show the men that you´re old for your age
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Now ain´t the time for fear
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But if you don´t take it, it´ll disappear!
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Oh! My little mocking bird sing!
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Oh! My little mocking bird sing!
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I need you to get up on that stage for me, honey
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And show the men it´s not about the money
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Wanna hold a mirror up to the world
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So that they can see themselves inside my little girl!
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Do you know where I was at your age?
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Any idea where I was at your age?
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I was working downtown for the minimum wage
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And I´m not gonna let you just throw it all away!
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I´m through being cute, I´m through being nice
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O tell me, Lord, am I the Antichrist?!
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Antichrist Television Blues
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