too many hearts
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on too many strings
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we could cut them down
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but instead we let them hang in the breeze
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oh my brother tell me why
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and why is my sister down on her knees
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crying out won't somebody help me
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and where are we
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Chorus
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didn't He love them
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didn't He hold out His hand
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wasn't Jesus a model
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an example to man
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of how we must love everyone in this land
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and give till it hurts
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isn't that part of the plan
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but we can't see through our religious charade
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to take what He's given
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and give love away
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one more night
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no place to call home
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a torn-up jacket on his back
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it's getting pretty cold
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where do i stand
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do i reach out my hand
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and one more child's face
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an my TV screen
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she's dying of hunger
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shy can't we meet her need
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and where are we
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Chorus
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but we can't see through our holy facade
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to do the one thing that we're called to by God
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Chorus
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but we've all been blinded
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by our selfish ways
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can we change this pattern
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will we stay the same
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Chorus 2x
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didn't He love them
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Didn't He
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| PFR ( Pray For Rain ) |
