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He is three |
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One's in the middle unmoved |
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Waiting |
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To show what he sees |
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To the other two |
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To the one attacking, so afraid |
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And the one that keeps trying to love and trust |
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And getting himself betrayed |
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In the plan, oh the divine plan |
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God must be a boogie man |
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One's so sweet |
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So overly loving and gentle |
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He lets people in |
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To his innermost sacred temple |
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Blind faith to care |
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Blind rage to kill |
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Why'd he let them talk him down |
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To cheap work and cheap thrills |
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In the plan, oh the insulting plan |
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God must be a boogie man |
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Which would it be |
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Mingus one or two or three |
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Which one do you think |
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He'd want the world to see |
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Well, world opinion's not a lot of help |
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When a man's only trying to find out |
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How to feel about himself |
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In the plan, oh the cockeyed plan |
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God must be a boogie man |
