Safe in the arms that hold your every move
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They've been waiting here for you
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You've been weighing down the time
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In a place they tried to forget
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In a face they'd grow to regret
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They pulled down the shades
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Crawling Lord they're crawling
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Would you catch them where they're falling
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Do you hear them when they're calling
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The water down here swells with the seeds of decay
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Through the years
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Have the sins of our fathers swept our love
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For each other away
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In the tide of tears
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So as snakes in suits conduct their interviews
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Bodies floating down the avenue
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And it's our sickness to blame
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Ain't no party blue or red
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Where innocence for naught is shed
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It's our choices it's our voices to be heard
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Drowning Lord they're drowning
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And the good Lord is frowning
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The dark clouds are surrounding
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We must decide
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But while there's life there's hope for change
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As a culture we've got to rearrange
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Ain't no blind eye left to turn
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Lying Lord they're lying
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And the children keep dying
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Their mothers are crying
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You know we should be trying
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Tide Of Tears
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| The Parlor Mob |
