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Paint the streets in white
 Death is the standard breach for a complex prize
 I think it's sweet of you and your parents are proud
 But I would expect it from anyone
 Now to protect life's indigenous sound
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 Worship, play, play
 Worship, play, play
 Worship, play, play
 Worship, play, worship, play
 Worship, worship
 Play and worship, play, play
 Play and worship, play, play
 Play and worship, play, play
 Play and worship, play, worship, worship
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 How the streets they swell
 While the animals make their way through the crowds
 If you keep listening you can hear it for miles
 God, I trust everyone quicker with every faint smile
 Worship, play, play
 Worship, play, worship, play
 Play and worship, play, play
 Play and worship, play, play
 Worship, worship
 Play and worship, play, play
 Worship, worship
 Play and worship, play, play
 Worship, worship
 Play and worship, play, play
 Play and worship, play, play
 Play and worship, play, play
 Play and worship, play, worship, worship
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 And the crowd goes wild
 And the camera makes you seasick
 God, it's so sweet of you and I know you're proud
 And the car bomb hits quick click, faint smile
 It's the same sound
 It's the same, same sound
 And the crowd goes wild
 And the camera makes you seasick
 God, it's so sweet of you, you know I'm proud
 And the car bomb tick-ticks with the same sound
 It's the same sound
 With the same sound