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You're mothers' child |
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but night lays you down |
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hair aflame, wile look in your eye |
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Naked belly to the ground |
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A forest fire |
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Nibbles at your veins |
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Crawls up your arm |
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runs away with your mind |
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And burns dry thoughts like leaves |
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Amen |
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Eyes stare up |
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but something's in the way |
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In the Bible only angels have wings |
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And the rest must wait to be saved |
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A dry tongue |
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Screams at the sky |
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But the wind just breathes words in |
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As a strange bird tries to fly |
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Amen |
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Pieces of us die everyday |
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As though our flesh were hell |
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Such injustice, as children we are told |
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That from God we fell |
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Where are my angels? |
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Where's my golden one? |
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Where's my hope |
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now that my heroes have gone? |
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Some are being beaten |
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Some are being born |
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And some can't tell the difference anymore |
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Amen |
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Hallelujah |
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Hallelujah |
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Hallelujah |
