| Hand of your god feeds once a week
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| Say you’re done your part, you give so much
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| As you keep building up your churches
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| Stained glass and needless luxuries
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| This problem will never go away
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| If only fed each day
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| A security blanket woven
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| To comfort and ensure
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| This problem will never go away
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| If only fed each day
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| Little thought given
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| To an individual fate
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| Just a lost piece of the world
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| Seen in the corner of your eye
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| For a moment a glance is given
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| But it remains, and is forgotten with time
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| Your claim they will always be there
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| You place the blame on them
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| Instill a reason to live
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| An opportunity to obtain a sense of pride
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| Not only stripped of shelter
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| But all that was inside
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| Each one. |
| Alone. |
| No Different
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| Each one. |
| Still feels pain. |
| X (4) |