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we came up from the sea |
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then we lay in the sand |
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but continued to breathe |
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watching michael's white hands |
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now the wind brings a thirst |
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and some seeds from the past |
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and they come in a swarm |
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to deliver their harm |
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to the people that hide |
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in their rooms with no walls |
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in a country nowhere |
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where the children eat gold |
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where our dreams are laid bare |
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where no future is past |
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where we wander this land |
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watching michael's white hands |
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may his body like christ |
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come to me in this bed |
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hear the animals cry |
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michael's face has gone dead |
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but he never was born |
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so he never could die |
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feed his thirst with our drugs |
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michael's hands will touch us |
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yes i believe in nothing clear |
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but i believe that michael's here |
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freedom shines upon his face |
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beauty comes to us that kneel |
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cut the heart out from the host |
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these hands of love are hands that choke |
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michael comes with hands of meat |
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michael comes with biting teeth |
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michael brings the truth denied |
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michael kills the child inside |
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break the trees up for our fuels |
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break the streets upon the ruins |
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bring destruction and bring the end |
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feed the gas into my lungs |
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yes i believe in michael's hands |
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i believe in michael's hands |