| Welcome to why the church has died
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| And the heart of the exile and the kingdom of hate
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| Who owns the land and keeps the commands
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| And marries itself to the state
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| Modern scribes write in jesus christ
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| Everyone is free
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| And the doors open wide to all straight men and women
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| But they are not open to me Who is teaching kids to be soldiers
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| To be marked by a plain white cross
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| And we kill just a little to save a lot more
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| The philosophy of loss
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| Now there are a few who would be true
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| Out of love and love is hard
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| And don’t think that our hands haven’t shoveled the dirt
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| Over their central american graveyards
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| Doctors and witch hunters stripped you bare
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| Left you nothing for your earthly sins
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| Yeah but who made this noise just a bunch of boys
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| And the one with the most toys wins
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| And who is teaching kids to be gamblers
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| Life is a coin toss
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| And of course what you give up is what you gain
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| The philosophy of loss
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| Whatever has happened to anyone else
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| Could happen to you and to me And the end of my youth was the possible truth
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| That it all happens randomly
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| So who is teaching kids to be leaders
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| And the way that it is is meant to be The philosophy of loss |