| Alone on stage without song
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| So where is jesus now and where do I belong
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| What is faith if there is no proof?
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| The answer is the same but not for anyone, the question lingers on
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| So out of desperation
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| Humans do their worst the find out what that is
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| A mystery known to many as the divine… it’s their dime
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| If What they wrote is what he said, to equally forgive
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| We read the whole thing wrong
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| And guidance should be used like a tool
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| When it gets handed down
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| It tends to get so damn confusing for a fool
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| And every word they preach is only opinion
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| That’s why our love divides itself into a thousand pieces
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| Like bullets shot in vain, without sight |