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Why do I even think |
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In a world that has stopped thinking? |
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Is there any way to know |
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What is good, what is bad |
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All the lines are fading |
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But are they fading? |
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Or are they being erased? |
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Or have we all slowly changed? |
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I can feel the changes. |
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Don't cry for long, |
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Our time is coming closer. |
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I muse within my mind. |
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How can I take something falling, |
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And raise it to fly again? |
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I know I can't, I know I can't, |
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But I know God can. |
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So put your life in His hands, |
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Make Him your obsession. |
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Let Him take you, break you |
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Let Him make you |
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Into more than a man. |
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Don't cry for long, |
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Our time is coming closer. |
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Don't cry for long |
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Our time is coming closer. |
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Aren't you sick of how the churches |
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In America are today? |
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They just wallow in their traditions |
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And their old religious ways. |
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They're so afraid of change |
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They derange, and water down what they say |
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So as not to offend the ones who pay the bills |
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These preachers |
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They stand with their suits and their ties |
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And they only wear them |
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When they're in the public's eyes |
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Cause they're fake and they know it. |
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But they don't want you to know |
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That inside, they're human just like you. |
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So they stand on their stages |
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Next to the flower arrangements |
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That were probably paid for with the missionary's fund. |
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And we worship them like idols |
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And we say, "Who needs the bible, |
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When we have a pastor that always is just so much fun?" |
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I'm not saying they're all this way |
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I'm just saying we need to change |
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Don't cry for long |
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Our time is coming closer |
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Fight through the pain of it all |
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And remember that rising comes after the fall. |
