| Hello, dark- and light-skinned men
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| I’ve come to talk with you as friends
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| Because division’s swiftly breeding
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| And it leaves our loved ones bleeding
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| And the crimson blood that ran red in their veins
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| Spills the same
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| When there’s the sound of sirens
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| Arrests are made and rocks are thrown
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| Terror seeks out troubled souls
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| We need the Savior of every man
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| He’ll turn our colors into gold in His hands
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| But our eyes are set on the flesh so we see our fight
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| In black and white
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| And thus the sound of sirens
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| And on the news tonight I saw
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| Just how the people hate the law
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| People shot dead without blinking
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| People speaking without thinking
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| People righting wrongs with force instead of prayer
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| And no one’s spared
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| It stirs the sound of sirens
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| Fools that riot do not know
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| Satan’s quite a clever foe
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| Hear the Word or he might beat you
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| Take up arms and he might eat you
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| But the verse Ephesians 6 verse 12
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| It echoes in the wails of sirens
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| And if people now will pray
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| And believe on God, He’ll save
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| And you’ll find that vow of this sure thing
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| In Second Chronicles 7:14
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| And besides that the words of Colossians 3:11 from St. Paul
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| Will settle it all
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| When His word ends the sound -- of sirens |