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One hand reaches out, and pulls a lost soul from harm |
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While a thousand more, go unspoken for |
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And they say what good have you done, by saving just this one? |
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It's like whispering a prayer, 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, that it will not change me |
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This heart still believes, that love and mercy still exist |
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While all the hatreds 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, 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, 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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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 we know, never changes me |
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What I do is so, this world will know |
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That it will not change me |
