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I’m sick to death of people trying to fit in\nCommercialized into meaningless trends\nThe politics and the making amends\nThat’s why I’ve got more enemies than friends\nJanuary screams bring back memories\nGhosts from the past and other good stories\nImmortalized in a Southern lament\nThe hills of Tennessee won’t let me forget\nI can’t stand another counterfeit band\nHomogenized and painfully bland\nThe kissing ass and the shaking of hands\nThat’s why I’ve got more enemies than friends\nJanuary screams bring back memories\nGhosts from the past and other good stories\nImmortalized in a Southern lament\nThe hills of Tennessee won’t let me forget\nThe seventh sacrament — Body and blood\nThe seventh sacrament — Art that I bleed\nThe seventh sacrament — Flesh and the word\nThe seventh sacrament is setting us free\nJanuary screams bring back old memories\nGhosts from the past and other good stories\nImmortalized in a Southern lament\nThe hills of Tennessee won’t let me forget\nThe seventh sacrament — The body and blood\nThe seventh sacrament — The art that I bleed\nThe seventh sacrament — The flesh and the word\nThe seventh sacrament will set us free
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