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You were built for blessing |
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But you only make them bleed |
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You don't care, you don't care |
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And bruises are but shadows |
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Of the blackness that you breed |
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But you don't care, you don't care |
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The light that's left inside their eyes |
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Is darkened day by day |
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But you don't care, you don't care |
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Your presence pulls the color |
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From the world till all is gray |
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But you don't care, you don't |
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You don't, you don't, you don't' |
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Cause you're less than half a man |
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Yellow belly, crimson hands |
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You will one day reap your reckoning |
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Maybe then you'll understand |
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Your hands are made to comfort |
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But they only conjure fear |
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But you don't care, you don't care |
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She's in the closet praying"Lord, please get me out of here" |
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You don't care, you don't |
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You don't, you don't, you don't' |
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Cause you're less than half a man |
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Yellow belly, crimson hands |
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You will one day reap your reckoning |
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Maybe then you'll understand |
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You're less than half a man |
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Yellow belly, crimson hands |
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You will one day reap your reckoning |
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Maybe then you'll understand |
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What mercy have they known |
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From you, from you? |
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To ask that it be shown |
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To you, to you |
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What mercy have they known |
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From you, from you? |
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To ask that it be shown |
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To you, to you |