I hear you on the radio
You permeate my screen
Its' unkind, but if I met you in a scissor fight
I'd cut off both your wings on principle alone
On principle alone

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Hey megalomaniac
You're no Jesus
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis
Wash Your hands clean of Yourself, baby
And step down, step down

If I were your appendages
I'd hold open your eyes
So you would see
That all of us are heaven sent
There was never meant to be only one
To be only one

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Yeah
You're no Jesus
You're not Elvis

You're no answer

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