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Slight of hand, slight of mind |
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Slam the door, leave the key inside |
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With a quick and knowing stare |
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Like a contest at the fair |
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You're the winner, you're the loser |
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You're the chosen, I'm the chooser |
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Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure |
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Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring |
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Hen-pecked hypocrite, myself included |
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Fails to see, my thoughts diluted |
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With our judgement, and mind polluted |
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Comes prevention, from seeing who God created |
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Politics of the mind, feeds the ego of the blind |
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Who made you the judge of me |
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Turn away, just let me be |
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The notion that we're better than them |
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The ultimate delusional gem |
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The notion that we're better than them |
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The ultimate delusional gem |
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Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure |
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Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring |
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Too fat, too poor, too black, too pure |
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Too white, too foreign, too smart, too boring |
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Ninety-three million miles |
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From the earth, the granite boils |
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Half the heat, half the burn |
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Scorches those who never learn |
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Look to Him and you will see |
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The only judge for you and me |
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Grace and mercy from His throne |
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Imparts to those He calls His own |
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Grace and mercy from His throne |
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Imparts to those He calls His own |
