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Strikin' at mental apparitions |
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Like a drunk on a vacant street |
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Silently beset by the hands of time |
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Indelicate in its fury |
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An aberrant crack as skeletons yield |
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To unrelenting gravity |
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While viruses prowl for helpless victims |
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Who succumb rapidly |
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Tell me |
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Tell me where is the love? |
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In a careless creation |
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When there's no above |
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There's no justice |
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Just a cause and a cure |
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And a bounty of sufferin' |
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It seems we all endure |
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And what I'm frightened of |
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Is that they call it, God's love |
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When twisted torment, make believe |
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There's a truth and we all submit |
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Believe my eyes, my brain replies |
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To all that they interpret |
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So tell me |
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Tell me where is the love? |
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In a careless creation |
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When there's no above |
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There's no justice |
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Just a cause and a cure |
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And a bounty of sufferin' |
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It seems we all endure |
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And what I'm frightened of |
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Is that they call it, God's love |
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I know there's no reason for alarm |
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But who needs perspective |
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When it comes to pain and harm |
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We can change our minds |
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There's a better prize |
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But first, you've got to tell me |
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Tell me where is the love? |
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In a careless creation |
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When there's no above |
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There's no justice |
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Just a cause and a cure |
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And a bounty of sufferin' |
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It seems we all endure |
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And what I'm frightened of |
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Is that they call it, God's love |
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They call it God's love |
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My pain is God's love |
