Take a blow on, wrap your head around,
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This fairy fairy-tale become real now.
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Believe in everything, because there¡¯s nothing to believe,
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Scientifical fate is now a big conceit.
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Let¡¯s go to Heaven on a rocket-ship, mate,
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It¡¯s already been paid for by the church¡¯s collection play.
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Measure behind us stay at the daughter that provides the iron dime,
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Joseph for Mary with the gift that all spring define.
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And for the fascinating inventions and carpentry,
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Able to forgive anybody, even you and me,
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Even able to forgive Cain or vice-versa,
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Principalities perform the policies with the Prince of Persia.
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Cultclass, a combination of the big class up town,
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Jesus Christ¡¯s a super-star, amen!
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Holly mountain and aliens, we are them,
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Men, women and children.
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Cultclass, a combination of the big class up town,
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Jesus Christ¡¯s a super-star, amen!
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Holly mountain and aliens, we are them,
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Men, women and children.
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Another virtual campaign,
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Apple computer, apple, also Adam and Eve to blame.
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Below the Microsoft had poised us the parcels,
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No ask-to of everything, but accidental and afloat ¡®em.
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You¡¯re there, I start to prepare,
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You¡¯d be saying the rosary is proof of physics while those class mates stare.
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But they cannot explain the inan, the root of just that we¡¯re living,
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Abracadabra element, mechanics in a glass slipper.
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Big dip, a little deeper, holly water supplies,
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Many, many profit when the testing of the Bible¡¯s often.
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We¡¯d use a monocle and telescope and tools,
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Interpretation is what you make of it in the start coal.
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Cultclass, a combination of the big class up town,
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Jesus Christ¡¯s a super-star, amen!
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Holly mountain and aliens, we are them,
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Men, women and children.
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Cultclass, a combination of the big class up town,
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Jesus Christ¡¯s a super-star, amen!
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Holly mountain and aliens, we are them,
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Men, women and children.
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Right behind my eyes I see that incriminent to be a piss,
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You might catch a glimpse, illuminate you, that could be a bliss.
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My mind with an accuracy, short put the comment,
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Who had chance at ratio the inners of a comment to change you
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Who at time skeptical storms may emerge both worlds with words.
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Never conform to the darker odds of death wars, the way that I seen,
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My soul cleaves to the night, because the water¡¯s making it different.
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I¡¯m lifted from this physical form
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To celestial my ways which explains the norm.
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To the cloud tiding, to the balcons round with joy,
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And in this world dancing, too, makes my life a toy.
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To the crooks in, I¡¯m paying with one that¡¯s up the reef,
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My voice is up the underground, realizing the peek.
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That wide world is love, substantial and sincere,
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When shall I wake from this dream and find me there.
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