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| Date Modified | 2006-12-31 | | Added By | david | | Song | Something Special | | Lyrics | I believed the habit of my time.
I thought that life was lived by sinners.
I saw the best men turn to blood for want of something special.
In my life, I thought I had to try to prove that I was somehow different.
I wanted something of my own.
I wanted something special.
In these dreams, I know I'm not alone
I dream that I might be a savior.
But dreams are never quite undone, so dream of something special.
I believed the habit of my time.
I thought that life was lived by sinners.
I saw the best men turn to blood for want of something special.
This belief in dreams, it made me whole, though nothing helped the other dreamers.
Belief is what you make of it.
Believe in something special.
Riled up, the masses turned to god.
They thought that life could not mislead them.
They would not let go of faith.
They worshipped something special.
I believed the habit of my time.
I thought that life was lived by sinners.
I saw the best men turn to blood for want of something special.
Driven down the wider hellbound path.
Beaten down for no uncertain reasons.
They were martyred for the cause.
They died for something special.
Through it all, I knew I would survive, though I knew I could not be forgiven.
I am not ashamed to say I still want something special.
I believed the habit of my time.
I thought that life was lived by sinners.
I saw the best men turn to blood for want of something special.
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