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You'll never please them For God sake, Jesus had to leave them All the people you have known Will not want to know you've grown And that will scare them Into living, into waking up alone We never saw them But we need no witnesses to know what's wrong All the people gather round When dirt is found This is dirt we stand upon This is living, this is waking up alone If you choose, you can paint your own truth But the color won't stay, it will fade away To the naked lie All this living, you've been sleeping all the time My heroes Cut them up, pin them to the wall All the people, the people, condemned, right before I rest This sleep is when I find one fine face to pin above All this living just to lie down and love