| And who are they to know, as they are to achieve it
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| And who are they to change, when they don’t even know it
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| An older sign of life upon their heads
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| And all because they came around and touched you
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| Like you thought you had
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| Blew it out into the sky and someone else could even die
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| As always in their eyes they would be true
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| And fly right up to you and say that they would always trust in you
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| Now every night it comes
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| An older sign of life upon their heads
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| So when they came around and talked about the way
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| They treat their children
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| When they talked about their death and said that
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| They would sometimes hold out
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| When they crawled out between the boards alive and
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| Tried to stretch for air to survive
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| How were they supposed to be alive at all
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| So every night it comes
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| And who are they to know, as they are to achieve it
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| And who are they to change, when they don’t even know it
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| An older sign of life upon their heads
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| How many souls have cried for years
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| Thank God the angels make them see
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| And take their souls to liberty
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| Arise above the way that humans treat their children so, so low
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| Pushing all the love away
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| Showing them is this way to live
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| How are they supposed to be alive
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| (these are all the children)
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| Without love how are they supposed to be
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| (these are all the visions)
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| Without love (these are all the children)
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| It’s here in the horrible world
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| In forces of the time
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| In the garden of hate
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| And the forces that lie
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| It cuts into the vine
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| Someone gets to bring a change
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| You can help it in your mind
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| These are all your children |