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Another tribe... another brother |
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Torn between his lover and the gun |
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Another god... another mother |
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Weeps to justify the damage done |
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I wonder through the lies and dirt |
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I wonder, will the meek inherit all the earth? |
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As truth collides with propaganda |
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Just another victim on the run |
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The world outside, all fluff and candour |
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Seeks to justify the damage done |
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No wonder, so much pain and hurt |
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I wonder, will the meek inherit all the earth? |
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I think there may be..a war in heaven |
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Paradise beneath the smoking gun |
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As every saint and small town saviour |
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Race to justify their chosen one |
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I wonder, as our world collides |
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I want to reach out there |
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Across the great divide |
