| Where will you run when your kingdom falls?
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| Will you think of the world?
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| Where will you hide when your saviour laughs in your face-
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| At the joke you’ve made of his name?
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| Here in this world how would you know
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| What the angels look like?
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| Here are my wings, flightless and tired of the burden
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| When things fall by the wayside
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| I have my faith in reason
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| What a man tells a man becomes institution
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| In your book of dead words
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| And it never ever fails how the idiots prevail
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| Or at least outnumber us Here in this world how would you know
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| What the angels look like?
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| Here are my wings, flightless and tired of the burden
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| When things fall by the wayside
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| You have no reason for faith
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| Wise men still seek him now
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| But i’m skeptic of the holy epileptics
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| And the seers of visions
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| And the mocking of a fabulous fairy tale
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| Here in this world how would you know
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| What the angels look like?
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| Here are my wings, flightless and tired of the burden
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| When things fall by the wayside
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| I have my faith
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| You have fallen by the wayside |