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Ever since the dawning ageall our very lives were shapedand worshipped to our |
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LordWell, heaven helpedheaven heldhelped himself justhelped themselvesdo what the hell they want |
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Untill we reach the age of reason |
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If God is hereand |
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God is lovewas he there when |
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I got touchedwhile |
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I was calling out his name? |
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I call it real tough loveunless you love to pickyour bodies upand tow them to the grave |
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Although it really isn't likelythat you exist at all |
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I'm asking most politelyto the one who made it all |
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Would you want me todo unto youwhat we doto you tooif what we dostill want to |
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Everyday millions prayto all of your different namesshelter me from harmwhile your earthquakesmake tidal waveshurricanes will batterpeople 'till they starve |
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Yet there is no eternal reasonthe war are wagedwomen rapedchildren in your very shapewere stripped and sold for porn |
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I guess disease means lovethat's why you don't pickthem bodies upthe bodies that you made |
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So what really is the answerpresume that it's your ownbecause |
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I'm asking most politelyto the one who made it up |
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Would you want me todo unto youwhat we doto you tooif what we dostill want to youwhat we do |
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Why, Adonai? |
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Turned aside |
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So would you want me todo unto youwhat we do |
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Would you want me todo unto youwhat we do |
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Why, Adonai? |
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Turn aside |