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I saw her in a crowd |
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Or maybe in a cloud |
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Her daddy would be so proud |
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Little miss beauty queen |
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But then she fell down |
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And underneath her gown |
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No backbone could be found |
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It was all skin and nicotine |
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Underneath these empty things |
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We're made of, we're made of |
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Underneath these empty things |
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We're made of one love |
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Just past three a.m. |
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I saw a preacher man |
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He had heaven in his hand on satellite |
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TV And he'll fix your sorry life |
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And then he'll fix the price |
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Because Heaven sure is nice |
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But salvation isn't free |
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And now could it be instead |
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That we've lost our innocence |
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But one day this pain will end |
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Hope is coming back again |
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And we can live forever |
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Well I have heard it said |
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That maybe |
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God is dead |
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Or some would say instead |
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He just up and went away |
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But I saw him in a cloud |
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I saw him in a crowd |
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Yeah, he just looked around |
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And he loved us all anyway |
