| We both know that you wanna love her
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| Skies are open crying, please don’t believe her
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| 'Cause she’ll tell you lies and then say it doesn’t matter
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| And you’re pleased to see her calling them non-believers
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| But maybe she loves you and I’m just a preacher
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| Those burning skies and all who don’t believe her
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| Non-believers, no
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| Don’t believe her, no
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| All that we are, all that we need
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| They’re different things
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| Oh, maybe what we are and what we need
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| They’re different things
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| Do you realize again, you chased an idea
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| Healed an earth behind some broken creature
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| Maybe she loves you and I’m just a preacher
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| Non-believers crying don’t believe her
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| Don’t believe her, no
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| Don’t believe her, no
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| All that we are, all that we need
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| They’re different things
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| Oh, maybe what we are and what we need
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| They’re different things
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| Give you my all and you’re taking my everything
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| All that we are, all that we need
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| They’re different things
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| Oh, maybe what we are and what we need
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| They’re different things
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| All that we are, all that we need
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| They’re different things
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| Oh, maybe what we are and what we need
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| They’re different things
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| All that we are, that we need
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| All what we are, what we need |