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Bad Religion I Want Something More

and accretion The ancient western treadmill of deception and derision But I want something more Racing through a life of tragic wastage I experience

tenure and accretion, the ancient western treadmill or deception and derision but I want something more racing through a life of tragic wastage I experience

their soul Can't you see I want my life To be something more than long Rivers belong where they can ramble Eagles belong where they can fly I've got

cents. I don't want it. I don't want that much organziation in my life. I don't want other people thinking for me. I want my junior mints. where did the

I am your clock I am your religion I am your shotgun mechanical bride Nothing is done without my approval I own you, I own you I decide how long you

if I believe it so, then I'll be home. Here I go uncertain that if what I find is what I want, the best for me is everything, I reach for the same

back to something that burned out And I ain't never did a party I ain't turn out [Chorus: Raphael Saadiq] Things I used to do, I don't do no more Places I

and the famished But just before I vanish as I think I'm at the end The sun becomes the light of my birth and I live again [Hook]

, say I said Louiseville, say O.A.R. Louiseville, ya say I said Louiseville, say I said Louiseville, say I said Louiseville, say I said Louiseville, say I said Louiseville, say I