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It's time, Oh, It's time, Gotta make our decision. Your crime, Oh, Your crime, Is worshiping politicians. In my mind, On my mind, You found yourself a new religion. Turned 'round, Rollin' down, Leaking a poisonous emission; ********* Broken man, You got yourself a new religion. You hold, Oh, You hold yourself a worthless bein', But it's cold, Oh, It's cold, This third degree that you're receivin'... This time, This grand ol' time, You found yourself a new religion. In your mind, On your mind, You put your faith in flawed men. But you're fine, You are fine; You got yourself a new religion.
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Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 1:55 PM UTC
New Religion
It's time, Oh, It's time, Gotta make our decision. Your crime, Oh, Your crime, Is worshiping politicians. In my mind, On my mind, You found yourself a new religion. Turned 'round, Rollin' down, Leaking a poisonous emission; ********* Broken man, You got yourself a new religion. You hold, Oh, You hold yourself a worthless bein', But it's cold, Oh, It's cold, This third degree that you're receivin'... This time, This grand ol' time, You found yourself a new religion. In your mind, On your mind, You put your faith in flawed men. But you're fine, You are fine; You got yourself a new religion.
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Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 1:55 PM UTC
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