Honestly, what sense does it make
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to defame a thing you won't acknowledge
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When all is good and well,
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you'll shower yourself with pride
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When all is good and well, you'll still deny him
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When tragedy strikes
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you're so quick to point the finger
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And you'll blame it all on my God
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The blame game has gone on too long
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does it make you feel like a winner
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And you'll blame it all on my God
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Honestly, what sense does it make
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to defame a thing you won't acknowledge
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Still you curse his name and use it in vain
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Still you curse his name and use it in vain
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When tragedy strikes
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you're so quick to point the finger
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And you'll blame it all on my God
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The blame game has gone on too long
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does it make you feel like a winner
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And you'll blame it all on my God
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Say your prayers
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When the end comes will you put your faith in man?
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The end is drawing near
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As you watch with grinding teeth and witness the end of man
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Know it,s not too late to fall to your knees and ask for mercy
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As you cry out OH MY GOD
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OMG!
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| Blessed By A Broken Heart |
