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She's so chic
Inherently conscious, less of which we seek
She don't speak of such
Hush...
I'm trying to focus
Your magnum opus leaves me hopeless
And I've lost all touch
But I found God
She was working on Her pious checklist
She's had cigarettes and sex for breakfast
Existential dread, it's all the same
But what's Her name?
She was way too cool for that
I need your guidance, sociaristocrat
And I prayed that we could chat
I don't feel Her...
I'll believe if you tell me to
I don't fear Her...
I'll believe if you tell me to
Tell me to...
Tell me to...
Tell me to...
But where do we go from here?
I don't want to be left out, baby
I'll trade common sense just for confidence in you
But I'm not convinced it's true
You obscure emotion
I need your devotion
My esoteric, evangelic, heavenly divine young girl
I'll hold your hands, you can snap my neck
(Just make it quick)
I don't feel Her...
I'll believe if you tell me to
I don't fear Her...
I'll believe if you tell me to
Tell me to...
Tell me to...
Tell me to...
Girl, I've been going through hell
Yeah!
I found God!
I found God!
I found God!