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    Old St. Paul he told them all
    Like it was him they hung out to dry
    From stolen dreams are made the means
    To lead the souls who must abide
    Then you'll never have to work again
    You glide along the backs of men
    Who add up the witness list of souls
    That want to feel but need to be told
    At the bar the lone star scar
    The seraph like'd to hear a song
    The crowd was moved, I disapprove
    No writer tell me he's wrong
    You're told to leave and not come back again
    Fall in line not question when
    To peel off the shrink wrap pride inside
    Let's cheer and sing to the big lie

    Those who do believe
    Do they know they are deceived
    Amidst the luxury
    A manufactured deity
    That you are pause to see
    No substitutions if you please
    Like starving is disease
    They hunger for celebrity

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