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Look at you standing there so selfishly, |
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Dressed to the nines, |
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You look divine, |
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You plead with people through their television screens, |
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And laugh as bankrupt tears fall from their eyes, |
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How do you sleep at night, how do you sleep at night? |
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(Chorus) |
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You filthy dogs, |
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You sons of men, |
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You will not stand there in the end, |
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And rape the word of God, |
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To feed your selfish sins, |
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But you can change, |
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There is still time, |
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God help the scales fall from their eyes, |
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And haste the day when we see burning satellites |
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Your words are death inside a darken box, |
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But we're poking holes one at a time, |
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And though you try to fight soon everyone will see, |
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When all your wicked games are brought to light, |
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And all those tears they cry, |
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Will then fall from your eyes |
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(Chorus 2x) |
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I can see them falling, |
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Falling down, |
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I can see them falling, |
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Falling down, |
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I can see them falling, |
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They're falling down, |
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I can see them falling, |
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Burning |
