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Killing for salvation |
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He was sittin' on his throne |
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And he thought of ways to reach these folks |
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And teach 'em what we've known |
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In the receiver came a voice unlike his kind |
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They're not speakin' the same language |
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But there's common ground, he'll find |
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I don't need to kill anyone |
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To let 'em know I am for real |
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I don't need to walk in your backyard |
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To let you know just where I stand |
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Pickin' up our pieces for the safety of our sons |
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He's not reaching for agreements |
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But he's reaching for our guns |
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He don't need to question |
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He don't need to compromise |
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There's no use in conversation |
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If there's nothing left to find |
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I respect your home and what you say |
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When you're speaking to me |
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And when its time to look you in the eye |
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You'll know where I'm coming from |
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Do you know where I'm coming from? |
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I don't need to kill anyone |
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I don't need to kill anyone |
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I don't need to kill anyone |
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To let 'em know I am for real |
