| Shout from on top of the steeple
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| Shout from the tops of them trees
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| I feel a badness blowin on the breeze
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| Showin no sign of stoppin
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| Dust in the cuts in my knees
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| And sympathy no longer breeds with ease
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| And the watchers keep on watchin
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| And the doers keep on doin it to me
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| And I just had to tell you
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| I just had to make sure everyone knows
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| They’re fighting in the streets again
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| Still trying to save their souls
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| And we’re supposed to be human
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| We’re supposed to have figured out the world
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| And found something we can believe in
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| At least that’s what I have heard
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| So keep on pilin your money
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| Pile it up to the sky
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| Then you can climb it to Jesus
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| You know he loves a man that tries
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| So come on darlin take shelter
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| I see that moon on the rise
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| Salvation’s for sale and hates the currency that buys
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| And the watchers keep on watchin
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| And the doers keep on doin it to me
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| And we’re supposed to be human
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| We’re supposed to have figured out the world
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| And found something we can believe in
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| At least that’s what I have heard
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| Well they say it’s just the way things go
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| But I know that love will grow
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| And sometimes it goes the other way too
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| And I can see into my brothers heart
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| I can see beneath his skin so dark
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| I can see that he’s the same as me
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| I can see that when you cut he bleeds
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| Can’t you see that when you cut we bleed
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| Can’t you see that when you cut we bleed
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| Can’t you see that when you cut we bleed
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| And I just had to tell you
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| I just had to tell you
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| I just had to tell you
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| I just had to tell you |