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Wash me clean again |
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And take me down in your water |
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And try to make me understand |
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Cause in this life that |
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I live I might have grown a little harder |
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But so have these times |
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Where we just war with words |
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And fight for rights to take a life |
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In the name of peace |
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But we cannot hide behind our picket fences, |
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Abortion lines, and worn defenses |
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I don't understand |
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Touch and go, it survives |
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In this land of our fathers |
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The bleeding and the needing |
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Are left behind |
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You say one name out aloud |
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While inside you feel another |
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But there is some comfort in pleasing the crowd |
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So you just raise your hands up to the sky |
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And scream a verse that will make them cry |
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But when those politics |
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They don't stick around |
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Those words fight back |
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They'll take you down |
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And you won't understand |
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So Lord search my soul |
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And find the need to break this stone |
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And plant a seed and find me |
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Find a place for me inside |
