There's a cure for all the dead,
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in all the dead, all the dead.
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It all started out as another failed attempt,
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they all died underfed
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For the sake of all that's failing,
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I'd rather die on my knees
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than stand here with these same old
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tired and worn out feet of mine.
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Walking circles,
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because my chords remain unbalanced.
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This is not about me,
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this is not about us.
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Father, Father will they let you in, let you in?
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Please forgive me,
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I am one of them, one of them.
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Father, Father will they let you in, let you in?
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Please forgive me,
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I am one of them.
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So tear me open and reach right in,
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they don't have to go the same way the came
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born to sin.
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In due time, they'll all find
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that they can be forgiven.
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We all live in a world of convictions,
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an ugly world with ugly surroundings.
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You don't recognize your own faces,
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'cause there's more than,
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more than just one side.
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We are all our own jury,
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some day we'll be put on trial.
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This is not about me,
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this is not about us.
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Father, Father will they let you in, let you in?
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Please forgive me,
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I am one of them, one of them.
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Oh, let me in,
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oh, let me in.
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So tear me open and reach right in,
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they don't have to go the same way the came
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born to sin.
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In due time, they'll all find
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that they can be forgiven.
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You don't forgive others for their sake,
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you forgive for your own sake.
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You don't forgive only for your sake,
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for the sake of our falling, forgive yourself.
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Today I stand tallest from my knees,
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today I stand tallest from my knees,
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from my knees, from my knees.
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I, The Jury
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The Color Morale |