| In my life all the strife is getting in the way
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| Frankly I did not plan on getting hurt today
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| From Your chair in the clouds
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| Benevolent are Your ways
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| While the beggar bleeds, the children play
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| Everyone wants to know why
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| Isn’t it always the question?
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| How do You know my condition?
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| You came down to me to know what it’s like
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| To know what it’s like to hurt
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| You came down to me to know what it’s like
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| To know just what it’s like to
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| Be me, to be us
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| (To be one with the dust and to be lost)
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| (To be one with the dust and to be lost… to be found)
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| In the wake of the last decades and centuries past
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| Who’s to blame for this mess?
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| And who’s gonna take the rap?
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| We’re quick to judge and discard
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| A God who lets you choose whom and what to love
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| Isn’t it always the question?
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| Do You really know my position?
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| You know what it’s like to thirst, to bleed
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| You know what it’s like |