It's cold again, it looks like rain
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A procession of humanity, strikingly simian
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Saunters by, I can't explain
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Why it's troubling to see them so
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Oh better than who we are with mania
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And yearning for and learning from
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Oh better than holiness and candy aisles
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Of loneliness and sweet revenge
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A cigarette, a memory
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All connections to the permanent are burning
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The pedestal gets in the way
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And cannot withstand our honest scrutiny
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Oh better than who we are with mania
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Or standing for or dead against
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Oh better than holiness and candy aisles
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Of loneliness and sweet revenge
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Do you feel the chill of December
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In the rioting of Spring?
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And are we made of something better than clay?
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A leap, a fight, a secret rite,
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The lonely quest for meaning and the universe is dreaming oh
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Oh better than who we are with mania
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And yearning for and learning from
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Oh better than holiness and candy aisles
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Of loneliness and sweet revenge
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Oh sweet revenge
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Who We Are
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Bad Religion |