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Through the stinging of the system |
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Wandering lonely as a cloud |
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Talking only in the open |
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Congregation is even now disallowed |
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Growing anger in the city |
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Banner headlines around the world |
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What has to be done is called reformation |
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To heal the rift of living apart together |
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Forgive them, they know not what they do |
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There's no love lost at all |
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Save them they rue the day when |
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They ever got involved |
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Even so I have a dream |
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Turning circles in my head |
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That they're closing down all the no-go areas |
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Opening one for them both instead |
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Forgive them, they know not what they do |
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There's no love lost at all |
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Save them |
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God are you waiting open-armed? |
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All of the problems over the years |
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I'm sure can be sorted with peaceful solutions |
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My warm shoulder dries your tears |
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I want no more heartache |
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Oh for crying out loud |
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No point asking if you're leaving |
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Didn't I make that clear |
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If we agree to differ |
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The closer, |
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I'm certain, we'll always feel |
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Forgive them they know not what they do |
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There's no love lost at all |
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Save them they rue the day when |
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They ever got involved |
