i will never believe
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this is all we are meant to be
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too many unanswered questions
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for a world with all the answers
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how can we rely on us
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when we don't know
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who we are
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or why we are here
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when you look to the sky
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what do you see
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does your mind go on
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forever or are you lost
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in the limitations
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of human frailty
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the weakness of our eyes
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you think you've seen all
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it but really you've been blind
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i see my father looking down on me
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i feel his presence in the air i breathe
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communication is a source of corruption
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impress false ideas of perfection
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i won't let you cry for me
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you think my faith is built on ignorance
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i am not blinded by humanity
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this world plays home to the godless
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your ambivalence guides you
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you will die in your sins
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change your ways
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and fall away from this creation
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we near the bitter end
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you spent all your life
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living in denial
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so what you haven't murdered
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faith isn't judged by works alone
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to earn your place
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in the kingdom of heaven
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you've got to separate yourself
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from this world
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i will fight
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til your tragic end
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to defend my king
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i will lift
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lift his name up high
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for all to hear
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False Ideas Of Perfection
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| Bloody Sunday |
