| The true revolution is in mind
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| Remember that and all else shines
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| Tertoma, dying with the host
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| Our food for thought will feed the starving children
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| Burn their mouths with lies inbred
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| (Doth thou name appear in the Book of Life?)
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| And false feelings of security
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| (Doth thous name appear in the Book of Lies?)
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| The winged virgin and the bitch that sings
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| Have locked away the secrets
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| Jesus made their wings
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| But over there a person’s tumbling down
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| (Doth thou name appear in the Book of Life?)
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| Around You
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| (Doth thou name appear in the Book of Lies?)
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| Tumbling Down
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| Well, I’ve heard it said that love has lifted these
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| Yet there’s a hunger no one’s chanced to see
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| Out pain’s too weak, it lies in charity
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| And that’s hungry
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| Please say please
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| (Doth thou name appear in the Book of Life?)
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| We’re trying hard to make you, make you the disease
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| (Doth thou name appear in the Book of Lies?)
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| We’re trying hard to make you, make you see
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| Teratoma, dying with the host
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| Our food for thought has starved the
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| Child of dreaming
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| Now eyes are closed and caged as we
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| Come tumbling down
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| We come tumbling down
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| Doth thou name appear in the Book of Lies? |