I don't know the circumstances
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All I've heard is what I read
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And a couple of people where I worked
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Are dead of the disease
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Your emptiness your void no different
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Than the one once inside me
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Someone got in front of your eyes
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And became so tempting
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Who was the human landmine
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That you shared passions with?
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What was going on in his mind
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The moments that you kissed?
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Awareness of death's specter
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Or ignorance untold?
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Or fear of what was in your blood Not knowing what was in his own
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So tempting to say
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I'm glad I'm not you
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Get away from me
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You're not like me
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So tempting to say
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It's your own fault
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You asked for it all
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Hear judgment's call
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Til God pulls me from my sin
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And shows me all the hate I'm in
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Nothing left to do but give
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And pray that you can still live
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My flesh so used to searching
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Sometimes forgets it's found
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All the reason it needs to live
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Beyond touch and sight ang sound
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So tempting have been the situations
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It has been through
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No guarantee that in the future
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I won't have to face what's facing you
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If Jesus is my master
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His Spirit the Source from which I live
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I must allow Him to take over me
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Allow Him to let me give
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To temper exhortations
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With decisive acts of love
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Acts with fingers that point not at me
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But straight up above
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Cholera in times of love
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Triumph of the pill
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Sex is dead the new cry
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The god of choice is ill
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Children of the revolution
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Slowly eaten away
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Society binge and purge
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Of liberation ways
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Conqueror germs in the air
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Running through veins
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All across the face of the earth
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A growing red stain
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Souls spiraling downward falling
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Solutions backfired
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Accompanying drought of love
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Eros getting tired
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Acts Of Love
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Frank's Enemy |