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Here the man draws the line for separation. (Old Vision). |
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Watch the man build up his walls for isolation. (You make division). |
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Walk no mile, |
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I'm sick and tired, of all the cowards at the radio station. |
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No cathartic plot to thicken, to quote the vernacular, |
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I'd say that you're chicken. |
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Chorus: We're going nowhere, and it's happening fast, a dim future, and a darker past. |
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Somewhere away from here from past mistakes they often learn, at |
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Fahrenheit 451, you close your doors and let it burn. |
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Pharisees in the church, time to take a vacation(Emancipation). |
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Pharisees think the world comes to them for salvation. . (Booyah). |
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ChorusThe radio is preaching the candy coated goo, the record companies and the |
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TV too. No one rocks the boat, terrified of trouble, can't tamper with the walls of their sterile |
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Christian bubble. |
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It was never your point to get people saved, you pad yourself with fluff just because you're afraid. |
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I'm not afraid to point the finger now, the choir's so used to the preaching anyhow. |
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