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This is a terrific tale |
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Of fiction and fact |
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Depiction and confliction, back |
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When your religion was original |
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Didn't you know |
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There was a shepherd |
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He had three sons |
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A herd of dirty sheep |
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He protected three hundred acres |
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His land spanned wide |
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His sons divided three ways |
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The night that man died |
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The eldest felt this |
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Opportunity to rise |
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While the one in the middle still cried |
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The little one held his father's staff HIGH |
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Cursed the sky, kissed the ground |
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Shouted loud as he could "The world is mine!" |
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Drew a line |
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Told his brothers to never cross |
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And they did the same |
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Not even knowing what it cost them |
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[Chorus] |
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Days are years |
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Years millennia |
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Here's what your religion is |
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Gimme yours, gimme his |
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Division is wide |
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Trinity's lost and blind |
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I wanna find it |
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It remind of what a penny cost |
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[Verse two] |
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The sons of the shepherd |
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Separated the flock |
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Every day that they watched them graze |
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They started to plot |
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Against one another |
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And since the younger brother |
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Dispensed with brotherly bond |
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And he responded swift |
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Speedily immediately he would lift |
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One of the other brother's sheep |
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If ever the stray they would drift |
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And give a gift to his self |
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Thinking of ruling the tribes |
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He would connive |
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To ruin the lives |
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Of his own blood |
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As his plot increased |
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The eldest grew suspicious |
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And learned not to sleep |
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The second son turned to god and asked |
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"Why my brothers defy my fathers wish |
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And it shouldn't be like this" |
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But learned that's how it is |
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Hell bound |
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When he found his older brother drowned |
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In a well down below the pasture |
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Blow the horns in Zion |
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And warned them of the lion to come |
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[Chorus x2] |
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At any cost |
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To be the boss |
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The youngest would pay |
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His brother learned |
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With his brothers death |
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And then turned |
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To his heart |
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To see if any love was left |
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Grabbed his staff |
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Gathered the flock |
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And covered his chest |
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With steel mesh |
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And searched the stretch of the land |
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Prayed to find his little brother |
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So he could remind him |
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That the shepherd |
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Shields the sheep from the leopard |
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And charged with this duty |
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Never kills to eat |
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When he told him this |
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His reply was that |
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"My father has died, |
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And his land is divided |
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There's not enough for us, |
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So it is a must |
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That I make you suffer |
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Just because" |
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[Chorus] |
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And that day |
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The brotherhood between the three brothers |
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No longer existed |
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And their story lives |
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By themselves |
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Days are years |
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Years millennia |
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Here's what your religion is |
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Gimme yours, gimme his |
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Division is wide |
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Trinity's lost and blind |
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I wanna find it |
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It remind of what a penny cost |