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They make your bed, don't they |
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Long ago they fought and died for faith - what's changed ? |
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It's said that we've acquired tolerance to build more bridges |
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Cross those rivers, yet modern man enslaves his consciousand the undertow of blame still flows between |
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Give it birth to the machine - hostilities of ancestry |
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Slow to understand the variance - quick to judge on one aspect - rust |
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We call them fools today - they will call us fools in days to come -always |
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In any age it's ignorance |
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He that he's not with me is against me |
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The river of pride swells to high, washing those bridges out to sea |
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Give it birth to the machine |
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Too proud to love - |
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Too proudSoaking in your fears - rusting away |
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Never comprehending - always condescending |
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Slow to understand the variance - quick to judge - quick to condem |
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Carried them for years - stones that they once cast |
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Place the blame on them as if it were their past |
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Yesterdays distrust |
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Resent, Regret, disgust |
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Still we pay for their living - pay for their mistakes |
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Who will cast the latest stones of hate |
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Pay for their misgivings - pay for their living - still we find thaton the surface thereis rust |