you're up in my face, spitting and screaming
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your composure is gone, gone away
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calling me "fool" the insults abounding
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and you're shocked to find my mind hasn't changed
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you say God's for the weak, if he exists
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to punish man for the wrongs he has done
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you're simply a hindrance to those who are seeking
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but in the heat of your pride you have overlooked...
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his love
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how could you be so very wrong?
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(can't stop thinking it's true...)
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how could you miss it all along?
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the sucker...was you
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allow for that possibility
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like you would expect from me
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could the wrong one, could it be you?
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is God not what you assume?
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you say, "don't stereotype, don't generalize me, I alone represent myself."
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but it's o.k. for you to do that to me?
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could it be that you don't know me quite that well?
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you live double-standard, the law of convenience
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such as the right to freedom of speech
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name any religion - you'll take the lecture
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but you'll pull the plug once Jesus Christ is preached?
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"it's o.k. to speak beliefs, as long as I agree
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cencorship is wrong - but only if you censor me.
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I'm open to the truth, accepting of change
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but not if that means repentance because they're really not the same."
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you've taken my God and attempted to turn him
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into something you know he is not
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(place one lie here and another one there
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and then you've got a god with whom you can find fault)
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but the fact still remains, and the flowers still fade
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God is true and forever more
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if you would open your heart and honstly seek
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he would open your eyes and you would know the truth
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The Wrong One
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| The Crucified |
