| Opening salvo
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| Didn’t help solve anything
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| Every time we shout our rights out
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| We get all grouchy and gray
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| It’s all about me, me
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| It’s all about what I can take
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| And if that doesn’t ring true anymore
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| Maybe it was our first mistake
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| And since we don’t believe in Santa Claus
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| Maybe we’d best stay awake
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| Every time a teardrop falls
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| It’s kicking up dust in our world of pain
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| Let’s get drenched under God’s good rain
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| Caught in a deluge of mercies
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| Like a pebble clings to dirt
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| We’re still clinging to bedrock sin
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| Let’s get swept off our feet again
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| Caught in a landslide of love
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| It’s all about me, me
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| It’s all about all I can take
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| The good I try to do goes nowhere
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| The bad just seizes the day
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| And if we’re here for something bigger, baby
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| There’s gotta be some better way
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| Every time a teardrop falls
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| It’s kicking up dust in our world of pain
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| Let’s get drenched under God’s good rain
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| Caught in a deluge of mercies
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| Like a pebble clings to dirt
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| We’re still clinging to bedrock sin
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| Let’s get swept off our feet again
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| Caught in a landslide of love
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| No, not angels or devils
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| No, not famine or war
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| No, not the past or the present
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| Not even the ground separates from God’s love
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| Not even the ground separates from His love
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| 'Cause every time a teardrop falls
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| It’s kicking up dust in our world of pain
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| Let’s get drenched under God’s good rain
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| Caught in a deluge of mercies
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| And like a pebble cased in dirt
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| We’ve been anchored in bedrock sin
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| Let’s get swept off our feet again
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| Caught in a landslide of love
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| Caught in a landslide of love |