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One hand |
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Reaches out |
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And pulls a lost soul from harm |
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While a thousand more go unspoken for |
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They say what good have you done |
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By saving just this one |
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It's like whispering a prayer |
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In the fury of a storm |
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And I hear them saying you'll never change things |
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And no matter what you do it's still the same thing |
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But it's not the world that I am changing |
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I do this so this world will know |
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That it will not change me |
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This heart |
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Still believes |
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The love and mercy still exist |
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While all the hatred rage and so many say |
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That love is all but pointless in madness such as this |
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It's like trying to stop a fire |
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With the moisture from a kiss |
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And I hear them saying you'll never change things |
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And no matter what you do it's still the same thing |
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But it's not the world that I am changing |
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I do this so this world will know |
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That it will not change me |
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As long as one heart still holds on |
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Then hope is never really gone |
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I hear them saying you'll never change things |
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And no matter what you do it's still the same thing |
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But it's not the world that I am changing |
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I do this so this world we know |
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Never changes me |
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What I do is so |
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This world will know |
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That it will not change me |
