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Everybody's talking nobody says a thing
Everybody's talking nobody's listening
Brimstone hell and fire chase the lamb awayyou can't see the heavensfor the Light of Day
I find it oh so hard to believe
I find it oh so hard to be free
I find it oh so hard to be meall for the light of daydark minds, dark times, dark ageyou angels shine your halosyou preachers grip your booksmount your golden soapboxesto get a better lookbut you don't let your high horsecarry you so far awayyou can't see the heavens for the light of Dayhypocrites and homelessmurderers and thievesnobody gets to heaven but you and your flock of sheep
Guess it's a private party for your preacher and you mawhere you sit around the snakepitand pass judgment on us all
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