Sophisticated whatever you call yourself,
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you¡¯re robbing the blind to make a life for yourself.
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You leave them violated and persecuted.
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The city¡¯s on fire and you leave them in the gutter to die.
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Pushed away from the life they had to give.
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Pushed away from the life they had to live.
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Forced to live upon the streets.
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Forced to live with no soul to teach.
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Do you want to be the one to make them hate you?
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Nothing more than a son of hell, oh the odds that you deny.
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You¡¯re longing to find comfort in a God that you deny.
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Your lies are getting old, your body is growing old;
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your tongue is a blade that punches deep into my soul.
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God-fearing is not what you are, yeah; you¡¯re so far.
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So far from God.
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A man of his word, deliverer of truth,
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descended from heaven, and he walked upon the earth.
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Born of a virgin, raised like any man.
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He was a maker of miracles,
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and you still don¡¯t understand.
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Why are we so far from God?
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So Far From God
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