| A suffering soul
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| On the way to the Kingdom of Heaven
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| Held up a sign that said:
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| «God hates America»
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| A child has been lost
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| A mother is shocked
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| And is grieving
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| And turning away
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| Turning away
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| He said: «There is a love
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| That is so hideous and destructive
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| We must drive it from Earth
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| To save all of our children»
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| He must know it well
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| In the night it’s the hell
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| That he speaks of
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| That keeps him awake
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| Keeps him awake
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| My God is love
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| My God is peace
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| My God loves you
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| My God loves me
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| A suffering soul
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| On the way to the Kingdom of Heaven
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| Prayed in the dark:
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| «Death to the infidel»
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| He strapped all his
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| Desperate pain and his faith
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| To his body
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| And blew them away
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| Blew them away
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| A suffering soul
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| On the way to the Kingdom of Heaven
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| Shouts on the news:
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| «They are the godless ones»
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| The anger inside
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| And the fear that it hides
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| Never leave her
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| When the cameras are gone
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| When the cameras move on
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| Oh, people, come on
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| Tell me where is your Kingdom of Heaven?
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| Where is your faith?
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| Where do you put your fear?
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| Do you have a price for truth
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| And a price for believing?
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| And heaven is here
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| Heaven is here
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| My God is love
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| My God is peace
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| My God is you
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| And my God is me |