Sitting in a classroom
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Her mind is running free
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She asks herself,
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"what in the world am I to do about me?"
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She'd like to meet compassion
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Acceptance, even romance
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But would she know if she met them
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She hasn't yet
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Lady, you could be beautiful
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Your children could be so beautiful
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But you want it to quit and the dirge to begin deep within you
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Remove the blindfold before your eyes
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The clouds above see through the lies
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Through this dark-sex-twisted world
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Realize...
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Chorus:
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This isn't a dream
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This is her reality
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To find the heart of someone
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Who can stay for awhile
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Don't you know the church goers love you
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Won't bereave you or forsake you
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But you soon fall through the cracks
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And slowly fade away and disappear
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We vanquish the seeker
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To protect some secret
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But they will never know what they have never been told
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(Chorus)
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Soul impoverished seed of sin
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Growth of prejudice ignorance
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Has brought us this and love
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Where has it gone?
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An agony for souls that are crying and dying
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(Chorus)
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The Misfits Are Dying
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