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We've got nothing to fear -- but fear itself? |
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Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy? |
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Not the faulty units in this mad machinery? |
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Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry? |
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With an iron fist in a velvet glove |
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We are sheltered under the gun |
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In the glory game on the power train |
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Thy kingdom's will be done |
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And the things that we fear |
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Are a weapon to be held against us |
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He's not afraid of your judgement |
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He knows of horrors worse than your Hell |
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He's a little bit afraid of dying |
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But he's a lot more afraid of your lying |
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And the things that he fears |
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Are a weapon to be held against him |
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Can any part of life be larger than life? |
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Even love must be limited by time |
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And those who push us down that they might climb |
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Is any killer worth more than his crime? |
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Like a steely blade in a silken sheath |
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We don't see what they're made of |
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They shout about love, but when push comes to shove |
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They live for the things they're afraid of |
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And the knowledge that they fear |
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Is a weapon to be used against them |
