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By The Cult, Oh the heads that turn
Make my back burn
And those heads
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By The Cult, Yeah, come on now
Soldier blue, bloodstained red
Hey people, he's gonna
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By The Cult, Who would break a butterfly on a wheel?
Not me, my
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By The Cult, Black California
Crush the innocent mind
Girl, I might ought to warn
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By The Cult, Let it be beautiful when I sing the last song
I
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By The Cult, Yeah, I believe in freedom
Freedom is a vision
Her found religion
I
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By The Cult, This is where it all ends
And the kinda dream that
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By The Cult, Oh, ask the dust
No harm will come between us
Oh beautiful,
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By The Cult, All the hip young things
Trying to make a scene
Living out
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By The Cult, You love it
You need it
You taste it
You breathe it
You
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By The Cult, Yeah, well dig this
Like the heat from a thousand suns
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By The Cult, Hail the guitar
All tuned down
In a power circle
Obey the crowd
All
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By The Cult, So you finally found your rhythm, man
Got your funky ass
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By The Cult, I was standing on the mountain
Back against the world
Left it
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By The Cult, All
All god's children
They got heart
They got swagger
They got truth
Ah-ha-ha
Yeah, all
All
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By The Cult, Wake up time for freedom, baby
Wake up time to fly
Wake
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By The Cult, Cultivate a war breed
Get the head your soul needs
Crystallize at
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By The Cult, White
Shining
Shining brightly
Pure crystal snow
White
Oh, virgin
White
White
Shining
Shining brightly
White
Yeah, white
Shining
Shining bright
Snow is crystal,
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By The Cult, Hey you
You're a wild honey child
I'm out of control
Every time
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By The Cult, Wild hearted son
Baby, the world didn't want me to run
To
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By The Cult, Divine intervention in this decaying world
While a hip young dude
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By The Cult, See his bones across the dust
On the road to zap
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By The Cult, Drop all your
You ain't got nothing to say
My girls no
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By The Cult, I...
Fell in Love...
With your face.
Tear...
Down the walls...
Of this place.
You're a
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By The Cult, Survival of the fittest, baby
Yeah, you thought that life was
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By The Cult, Bless the children
And the beasts
So beautiful unique
Their destruction makes me
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By The Cult, Her voice cut like a razor
A rose petal with summery
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By The Cult, Can't see too many more
Can't see them anymore
Waving from afar
Can
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By The Cult, Got a fist full of ice
Got a head full of
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By The Cult, We hope for so much more
With your shock and awe
But
