| More and more there is this animal
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| Looking out through my eyes
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| At all the traffic on the road to nowhere
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| At all the shiny stuff around to buy
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| At all the wires in the air
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| At all the people shopping for the same blank stare
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| At America the drastic, that isolated geographic
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| That’s become infested with millionaires
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| Yes and I think, when you grow up surrounded
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| By willful ignorance
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| You have to believe that mercy has its own country
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| And that it’s round and borderless
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| And then you just grow wings
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| And rise above it all
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| Like there, where that hawk is circling
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| Above that strip mall
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| More and more there is this animal
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| Looking out through my eyes
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| Seeing that animals only take from this world
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| What they need to survive
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| But she is prowling through all the religions of men
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| Seeing that time and time and time again
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| Their Gods have made them special and above
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| Nature’s law and the respect thereof
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| And I think when you grow up surrounded
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| By willful ignorance
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| You have to believe that mercy has its own country
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| And that it’s round and borderless
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| And then you have to grow wings
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| And, and rise above it all
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| Like there where that hawk is circling
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| Above that strip mall
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| Ask any ecosystem
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| Harm here, is harm there and there and there?
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| And aggression begets aggression
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| It’s a very simple lesson
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| That long preceded the king of heaven
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| And there’s this brutal imperial power
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| That my passport says I represent
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| But it will never represent where my heart lives
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| Only vaguely where it went
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| 'Cause I know when you grow up surrounded
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| By willful ignorance
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| You have to believe that mercy has its own country
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| And that it’s round and borderless
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| And then you just grow wings
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| And, and rise above it all
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| Like there, where that hawk is circling
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| Above that strip mall |