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Where will you run when your kingdom falls? |
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Will you think of the world? |
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Where will you hide when your saviour laughs in your face- |
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At the joke you've made of his name? |
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Here in this world how would you know |
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What the angels look like? |
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Here are my wings, flightless and tired of the burden |
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When things fall by the wayside |
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I have my faith in reason |
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What a man tells a man becomes institution |
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In your book of dead words |
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And it never ever fails how the idiots prevail |
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Or at least outnumber us |
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Here in this world how would you know |
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What the angels look like? |
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Here are my wings, flightless and tired of the burden |
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When things fall by the wayside |
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You have no reason for faith |
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Wise men still seek him now |
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But i'm skeptic of the holy epileptics |
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And the seers of visions |
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And the mocking of a fabulous fairy tale |
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Here in this world how would you know |
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What the angels look like? |
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Here are my wings, flightless and tired of the burden |
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When things fall by the wayside |
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I have my faith |
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You have fallen by the wayside |
