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Seems that we've lost our innocence |
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The pulpit the teachers |
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Have warned us |
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Blindly accepting |
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Their words as truth |
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And taking advantage of our trust |
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Don't expect an answer |
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Can't help that you're suspicious |
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Something is missing |
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So you can't decide |
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But you're letting them guide you |
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How can you listen |
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These empty words |
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In their messages meanings |
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Where's the beginning |
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If there's no end |
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Seems you're undecided |
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Fancy dress |
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Contrived rhetoric speech |
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The unlettered masses conforming |
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Rank and file members |
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Fearing change |
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But questioned their own faith |
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This morning |
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Don't expect an answer |
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Can't help that you're suspicious |
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Something is missing |
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Still you can't decide |
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But you're letting them guide you |
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How can we listen |
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These empty words |
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In their messages meanings |
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Where's the beginning |
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If there's no end |
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Seems we're undecided |
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And those that will listen |
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They see their world |
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In these messages meanings |
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But I can't accept this as proof |
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I know Neither one's provided |
