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You were yesterday's hero |
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An ordinary man of flesh and blood |
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Took the world on your shoulders |
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A hopeless crusade, and act of love |
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But it's a world obsessed with religion |
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And now you wear the face of a god |
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Like the words you said, you're as good as dead |
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Just a work of art on the wall |
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And that's why nobody wears a crown of thorns |
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Nobody cares |
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Nobody wears a crown of thorns anymore |
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Holy men talk of hunger |
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While standing beneath a cross of gold |
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And there are preachers on the tv |
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In their thousand dollar suits, who sell your soul |
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To think you died for what you believed in |
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Only to be exploited and used |
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Now you're supermen from the promised land |
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Just a vision of hollywood |
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...anymore |
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You showed me that there's hope for humanity |
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But once more you're being betrayed |
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So many countries torn by their idols |
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Too many prophets screaming for blood |
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And they only hear what they want to hear |
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When it comes to God up above |
