| You were built for blessing but you only make them bleed
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| But you don’t care, you don’t care
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| And bruises are but shadows of the blackness that you breathe
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| But you don’t care, you don’t care
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| The light that’s left inside their eyes is darkened day by day
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| But you don’t care, you don’t care
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| Your presence pulls the color from the world 'till all is grey
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| But you don’t care, you don’t, you don’t, you don’t
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| You are less than half a man, yellow belly and crimson hands
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| You will one day reap your reckoning, maybe then you’ll understand
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| Your hands are made to comfort but they only conjure fear
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| But you don’t care, you don’t care
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| She’s in the closet praying, «Lord please get me out of here»
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| You don’t care, you don’t, you don’t, you don’t
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| You are less than half a man, yellow belly and crimson hands
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| You will one day reap your reckoning, maybe then you’ll understand
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| You are less than half a man, yellow belly and crimson hands
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| You will one day reap your reckoning, maybe then you’ll understand
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| What mercy have they known, from you, from you?
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| To ask that it be shown, to you, to you?
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| What mercy have they known, from you, from you?
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| To ask that it be shown, to you, to you? |