| Have you felt the forgiveness
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| He has spread across the land?
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| Have you felt the dignity
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| In each of the people’s heads?
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| But have you also seen the pain
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| Or did he give you eyes in vain?
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| Diseases, wars and shattered pride
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| And a nation dressed in black
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| I shiver as I read your words
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| They’re all depraved as I can see
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| Though you’ve got more children
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| Or better servants than you can use
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| You keep us blind, you keep us weak
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| You don’t allow to introspect
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| I say: You’re more depraved than thou appear
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| Holier than thou approach?
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| I shiver as I read your words
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| You don’t allow to introspect
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| Was it you to spread the blood
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| That once has flown in Garden Eden?
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| Though your servants still believe the words
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| That you’re supposed to have said
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| I say: You’re holier than thou appear
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| Holier than thou approach? |