This is our true alarms.
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This is reality.
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We will do what we can.
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We are just figurines
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with a theology
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that we don¡¯t understand.
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We can¡¯t forget the beginning,
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when He set our broken wings. ooh, ohh,
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God, how much does it take.
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for us to be loved?
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For us to be saved?
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We all are birds
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stuck inside our cage,
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covered up with grace.
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And behind our sins
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we hide our face.
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Oh, the numbers call.
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Yeah, they¡¯re dialing in.
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but, we can¡¯t help but to compare ourselves again.
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I can¡¯t believe in this?
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this blue-lipped, lifeless kiss.
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We can¡¯t see past our thrones.
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We fight for life within,
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but our walls are wearing thin.
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Oh God, where have we gone?
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When I¡¯m just one fighting indifference,
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does it matter what I say? ooh, ohh,
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God, how much does it take
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for us to be loved?
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For us to be saved?
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We all are birds
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stuck inside our cage,
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covered up with grace.
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And behind our sins
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we hide our face.
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Oh, the numbers call.
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Yeah, they¡¯re dialing in.
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But, we can¡¯t help but to compare ourselves again.
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It¡¯s not that there were ever bad intentions?
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it¡¯s more that we forgot where to call home.
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From important things that we don¡¯t know to mention,
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it¡¯s the uniform that we put on?the formula we have for love.
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Beautiful intentions
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Formula for love
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Ooooooooh
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Beautiful intentions
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Formula for love
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Ooooooooh
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It¡¯s not that there were ever bad intentions?
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it¡¯s more that we forgot where to call home.
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From important things that we don¡¯t know to mention,
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it¡¯s the uniform that we put on?the formula we have for love.
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Birds
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Deas Vail |