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And who are they to know, as they are to achieve it |
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And who are they to change, when they don't even know it |
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An older sign of life upon their heads |
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And all because they came around and touched you |
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like you thought you had |
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Blew it out into the sky and someone else could even die |
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As always in their eyes they would be true |
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And fly right up to you and say that they would always trust in you |
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Now every night it comes |
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An older sign of life upon their heads |
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So when they came around and talked about the way |
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they treat their children |
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When they talked about their death and said that |
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they would sometimes hold out |
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When they crawled out between the boards alive and |
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tried to stretch for air to survive |
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How were they supposed to be alive at all |
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So every night it comes |
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And who are they to know, as they are to achieve it |
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And who are they to change, when they don't even know it |
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An older sign of life upon their heads |
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How many souls have cried for years |
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Thank God the angels make them see |
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And take their souls to liberty |
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Arise above the way that humans treat their children so, so low |
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Pushing all the love away |
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Showing them is this way to live |
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How are they supposed to be alive |
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(these are all the children) |
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Without love how are they supposed to be |
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(these are all the visions) |
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without love (these are all the children) |
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It's here in the horrible world |
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In forces of the time |
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In the garden of hate |
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And the forces that lie |
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It cuts into the vine |
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Someone gets to bring a change |
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You can help it in your mind |
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These are all your children. |
