| You’ve lost touch
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| You’ve lost touch with the outcasts
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| Have you forgotten your own past?
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| Have you forgotten that your house is made of glass?
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| So while you’re pointing your fingers
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| You are unable to use your hands
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| To help with solving
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| Solving real and present problems
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| 'Cause we’re appealing
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| And you’ve become too perfect to understand
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| You’re a gatekeeper
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| Blocking the entrance to nowhere
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| You’re a gatekeeper
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| Trying to keep others in despair, yeah
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| Trying to keep others in despair
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| I don’t want you to get dirty reaching down to a lowly creature
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| I don’t want you to show mercy and make me like you, self-righteous preacher
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| Did you think you were the only one
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| The only one who held the keys?
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| Did you hope that your judgement would
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| Spread just like a disease?
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| You’re a gatekeeper
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| Blocking the entrance to nowhere
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| You’re a gatekeeper
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| Trying to keep others in despair
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| The self-importance of the moral elite
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| To think that their approval means anything, yeah
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| So eager to capitalize
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| Capitalize on other people’s pain
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| But when the healing begins
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| So quick to turn away
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| Have you forgotten?
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| Have you forgotten your own past?
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| You’re a gatekeeper
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| Blocking the entrance to nowhere
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| You’re a gatekeeper
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| Keeping others in despair |