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Won't you see with, see with my eyes, |
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Won't you speak with , speak with my voice, |
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with my voice, |
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Won't you free them, release them so they'll know, |
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Won't you lead them, they have the choice. |
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In this house thats built of you, |
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we come with daggers beneath the roof, |
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in this hous we'll search for truth, |
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and we'll leave our daggers. |
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won't you go out, go out and meet them where they are, |
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won't you greet them, greet them with your scars, |
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what you bring them an endless sorce of life, |
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what you trade them, trade their scales for sight. (not sure about that line) |
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In this house thats built of you, |
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we come with daggers beneath the roof, |
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in this hous we'll search for truth |
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and we'll leave our daggers |
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leave our daggers |
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Won't you sing them silent words of truth |
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won't you find them to remind them of their youth, of their youth |
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Won't you listen to all they might say |
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won't you earn them and learn them toward the day, the day. |
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In this house thats built of you, |
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we come with daggers beneath the roof, |
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in this hous we'll search for truth |
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and we'll leave our daggers |
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leave our daggers, leaver our daggers... |
