hey you there in the chair
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why don't you hear your
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own self?
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you could find utopia
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but instead your brain is
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dead
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you talk of pains of love
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and transcendence from
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above
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before you know it you'll
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be six feet under
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as unconsciousness
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envelops you
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you've missed out on the
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big deal
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so all aboard without
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your lord and all of his
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ministry
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'cause in the making's
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history
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disparage faith
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and as you write I shall
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dictate
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feed a starving woman
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dress the man
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then go to heaven like a
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good American
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and as the promised gates
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of serene recognizance
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fade into a numbing non-
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existence you will rot
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away
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without ever really
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having anything...
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disregard their
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settlement
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and be one like me
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un-born again
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sources say gods are the
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way
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and question not the
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reason
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How can you pretend?
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Amen!
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Shalom!
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Really? Hallelujah's gonna
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buy a
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first class seat?
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well let me tell you
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something brother
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that can't be beat!
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Well, I've heard the voice a
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thousand times
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the one you say created
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mine
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but I've come to
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understand
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the voice is from the man
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in me and
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not the one you've given
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higher ground
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do you understand
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I'm un-born again
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do you understand
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I'm un-born again
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it's a laughing shame that
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they've
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twisted your brain
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you could be one like me
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making your own
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decisions
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like you ought to be
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and from then you shall
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have become
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unborn again
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Un-Born Again
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| Exhorder |
