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Oh, my God, look around this place |
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Your fingers reach around the bone |
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You set the break and set the tone |
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Flights of grace and future falls |
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In present pain, all fools say, "Oh, my God" |
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Oh, my God, why are we so afraid? |
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We make it worse when we don't bleed |
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There is no cure for our disease |
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Turn a phrase and rise again |
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Or fake your death and only tell |
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Your closest friends, oh, my God |
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Oh, my God, can I complain? |
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You take away my firm belief |
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And graft my soul upon your grief |
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Weddings, boats and alibis |
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All drift away and a mother cries |
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Liars and fools, sons and failures |
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Thieves will always say |
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Lost and found, ailing wanderers |
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Healers always say |
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Whores and angels, men with problems |
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Leavers always say |
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Broken hearted, separated |
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Orphans always say |
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War creators, racial haters |
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Preachers always say |
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Distant fathers, fallen warriors |
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Givers always say |
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Pilgrim saints, lonely widows |
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Users always say |
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Fearful mothers, watchful doubters |
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Saviors always say |
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Sometimes I can not forgive |
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These days mercy cuts so deep |
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If the world was how it should be |
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Maybe I could get some sleep |
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While I lay, I'd dream we're better |
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Scales were gone and faces lighter |
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When we wake, we hate our brother |
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We still move to hurt each other |
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Sometimes I can close my eyes |
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And all the fear that keeps me silent |
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Falls below my heavy breathing |
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What makes me so badly bent? |
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We all have a chance to murder |
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We all have the need for wonder |
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We still want to be reminded |
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That the pain is worth the plunder |
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Sometimes when I lose my grip |
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I wonder what to make of Heaven |
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All the times I thought to reach up |
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All the times I had to give up |
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Babies underneath their beds |
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Hospitals that cannot treat them |
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All the wounds that money causes |
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All the comforts of cathedrals |
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All the cries of thirsty children |
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This is our inheritance |
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All the rage of watching mothers |
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This is our greatest offense |
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Oh, my God |
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Oh, my God |
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Oh, my God |
