| Showers of your crimson blood
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| Seep into a nation calling up a flood
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| Of narrow minds who legislate
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| Thinly veiled intolerance
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| Bigotry and hate
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| But they tortured and burned you
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| They beat you and they tied you
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| They left you cold and breathing
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| For love they crucified you
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| I can’t forget hard as I try
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| This silhouette against the sky
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| Scarecrow crying
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| Waiting to die wondering why
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| Scarecrow trying
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| Angels will hold carry your soul away
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| This was our brother
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| This was our son
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| This shepherd young and mild
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| This unassuming one
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| We all gasp this can’t happen here
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| We’re all much too civilized
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| Where can these monsters hide
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| But they are knocking on our front door
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| They’re rocking in our cradles
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| They’re preaching in our churches
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| And eating at our tables
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| I search my soul
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| My heart and in my mind
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| To try and find forgiveness
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| This is someone child
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| With pain unreconciled
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| Filled up with father’s hate
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| Mother’s neglect
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| I can forgive But I will not forget
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| Scarecrow crying
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| Waiting to die wondering why
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| Scarecrow trying
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| Rising above all in the name of love |