| This is our true alarm. |
| This is reality. |
| We will do what we can
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| We are just figurines with a theology that we don’t understand
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| We can’t forget the beginning, when He set our broken wings
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| God, how much does it take for us to be loved? |
| For us to be saved?
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| We are all birds stuck inside our cage, covered up with praise
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| And behind our saints we hide our face
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| Oh, the numbers come. |
| Yeah, they’re dialing in
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| We can’t help but to compare ourselves again
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| I can’t believe in this -- this blue-lipped, lifeless kiss. |
| We can’t see past
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| our thrones
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| We fight for life within, but our walls are wearing thin
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| Oh God, where have we gone?
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| When I’m just one fighting indifference, does it matter what I say?
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| God, how much does it take for us to be loved? |
| For us to be saved?
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| We are all birds stuck inside our cage, covered up with praise
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| And behind our saints we hide our face
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| Oh, the numbers come. |
| Yeah, they’re dialing in
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| We can’t help but to compare ourselves again
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| It’s not that there were ever bad intentions -- it’s more that we forgot where
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| to call home
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| From important things that we don’t know to mention, it’s the uniform that we
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| put on -- the formula we have for love |