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I'm an angel in disguise watching the world |
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I'm a weary wanderer with sleepy eyes |
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The world has gone wrong in so many ways |
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See the wicked prosper in a predatory fashion |
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They're gonna steal the last single bit of freedom |
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They're gonna hunt down the radical poets and kill them |
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And I'm not sure if it's part of a wicked masterplan |
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But I'm getting out of here before the shit hits the fan, that's right |
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Watching half the world taking all they can |
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While the other half are left with empty hands |
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The mean-in-spirit just keep cashing in |
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Just like "I, me , mine" is never wearing thin |
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Life and death lies in the power of a few |
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Too much of what's given is lost in transition |
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Them little greedy hands pile up another cold stash, what else could they do? |
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It's in the weakness of man I guess, but that's no consolation |
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Watching half the world taking all they can |
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While the other half are left with empty hands |
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The mean-in-spirit just keep cashing in |
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Just like "I, me , mine" is never wearing thin |
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I'm a lonely angel on the boulevard |
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Tryin' to speak your language but it's getting harder |
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Any act of kindness doesn't go down well around here, does it? |
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It may be out of fashion, I just couldn't tell |
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Watching half the world taking all they can |
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While the other half are left with empty hands |
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The mean-in-spirit just keep cashing in |
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Just like "I, me , mine" is never wearing thin |
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Any gospel written is a serious threat - and the alternative truths from any dissident |
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Any questions asked that will start you thinkin' are the steps of a nu-world in the making |
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I'm an angel in disguise watching this world |
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I'm a weary wanderer who has seen too much |
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The world has turned it's back on God |
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For pride and profit and deranged obsessions |
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While the overweight keep dying of heartattacks |
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The junk food chains provide the sticks and stones |
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Still those haunting images just keep coming back |
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I see the Kids of Africa are just skin and bone |
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The devil dogs select the major target |
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Now panic spreads, we fear the next attack |
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Now 50 killed in the London market |
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They'll find a scapegoat soon and start firing back |
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I'm an angel in disgust and I'm watching your world |
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I'm a weary wanderer and a tortured soul |
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Just one of the helpless who watch this chaos |
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While the firearm merchants celebrate the riots |
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They're gonna steal your last single bit of freedom |
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They're gonna hunt down the lost unfaithful and kill them |
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They've abused the power their God once gave'em |
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Make no mistake, 'cause I'm not one of them |
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Make no mistake, 'cause I'm not one of them |
