right now is the time for the tired and forgotten
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tired and forgotten
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to turn in our legs, crippled from
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our own way and strength
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and let us strap compassion to our chests
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and run as if we never knew how until now
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we will wear compassion
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we will wear it on our chests
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and sing with love at our throats
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like a child, it's all i know
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Father, hide our hearts in you
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lest we steal them back
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and lay them at the feet of men
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i know now that glory has not a place
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near my hands or any man
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Love At Our Throats
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| As Cities Burn |