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This is my question |
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This is my question |
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I just want to know |
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Why does God let things go on in this world |
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Things so sick that I want to leave |
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And just burn it all behind me |
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How much worse can this get |
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That he won't stop 'till were dead |
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And the little truth that is left |
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Is being twisted by the press |
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10 million people know my name |
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My judgment shouldn't be the same |
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Yes I murder, you know I do |
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But I'm not the same as you |
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I'll give my money to the system |
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They'll let me walk free as a victim |
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They say murder is a sickness |
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And killing is just a symptom |
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You let us fall so far |
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'Till we turn and reach out to you |
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But we'll never fall so far |
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That He can't save us again |
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Tolerance tolerance |
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Accept me how I am |
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And if you don't accept me |
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Then you hate me |
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So off with your head |
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God bless America |
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Land of the free |
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And home of the depraved |
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Kind of makes me wonder |
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How long God will let this go on |
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In this land of decay |
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You let us fall so far |
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'Till we turn and reach out to you |
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But we'll never fall so far |
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That He can't save us again |
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He'll let us fall so far |
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Till we turn and reach out to him |
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But we'll never fall so far |
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That He can't save us again |
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Just remember in the strangest of days |
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God still works and moves |
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And he still will use you and me |
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No matter how unworthy |
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Because we're all unworthy |
