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
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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 your closest friend
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Oh my God.
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Oh my God, can I complain?
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You take away my firm belief 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 cannot forgive
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And these days, mercy cuts so deep
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If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep
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While I lay, I dream we're better,
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Scales were gone and faces light
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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 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 feel the need for wonder
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We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder
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Sometimes when I lose my grip, 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
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Babies underneath their beds
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Hospitals that cannot treat 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 - this is our inheritance
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All the rage of watching mothers - 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
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Oh My God
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