| We came up from the sea
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| Then we lay in the sand
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| But continued to breathe
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| Watching michael’s white hands
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| Now the wind brings a thirst
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| And some seeds from the past
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| And they come in a swarm
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| To deliver their harm
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| To the people that hide
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| In their rooms with no walls
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| In a country nowhere
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| Where the children eat gold
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| Where our dreams are laid bare
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| Where no future is past
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| Where we wander this land
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| Watching michael’s white hands
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| May his body like christ
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| Come to me in this bed
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| Hear the animals cry
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| Michael’s face has gone dead
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| But he never was born
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| So he never could die
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| Feed his thirst with our drugs
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| Michael’s hands will touch us
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| Yes i believe in nothing clear
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| But i believe that michael’s here
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| Freedom shines upon his face
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| Beauty comes to us that kneel
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| Cut the heart out from the host
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| These hands of love are hands that choke
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| Michael comes with hands of meat
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| Michael comes with biting teeth
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| Michael brings the truth denied
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| Michael kills the child inside
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| Break the trees up for our fuels
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| Break the streets upon the ruins
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| Bring destruction and bring the end
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| Feed the gas into my lungs
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| Yes i believe in michael’s hands
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| I believe in michael’s hands |