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Oh, and this is also life. Worshiping imperfection and no one ever answers. |
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Young innocent, only a child, your first born taken from you. |
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Oh, and this is also life; followed the commandments and now betrayed by your God. |
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Oh, and this is also life; lived your life by the book and now betrayed by your |
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God. Worshiping imperfection and no one ever answers. |
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Begging the sky but nothing happens. Why would he have let you down? God of |
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mercy now seems to you like nothing but a bringer of pain and imperfection. |
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Begging for nothing. Worshiping imperfection. Oh, and this is also life. And |
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she can't explain herself why her son was taken. |
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She begs the sky to give him back but no one ever answers back. |
