And the sky awaits us all,
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Now I know today will be the day
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Where my throat goes first,
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But tonight there will be no slowing of my heart
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Or calming my pulse.
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I want you to feel,
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I want you to feel your pulse in my words
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And make your actions speak louder.
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We're as children numbered in millions,
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Made for a kingdom,
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But all designed to fail.
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We were designed to fail,
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We were all designed to fail.
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We were designed to fail,
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We were all designed to fail.
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This Is the reason he created seasons,
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So we can all learn when our leaves fall.
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In June, this is the reason he created seasons,
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So shoot the arrow, but don't miss the apple.
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I need my eyes,
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I need my eyes as much as my throat,
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As much as my voice.
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God send us down and angel,
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So she can purge the church.
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Send her to the earth
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As living proof of worth worship.
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Not your priests,
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Nor your whores,
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Not anything more than,
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More than what you leak out of all your pores.
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You have already been marked for death,
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You have already been marked for death,
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You made the mark yourself.
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So I ask you all, if tomorrow never came,
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Would you think or would you act the same?
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And I will ask you If tomorrow never came,
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Would you think or act the same?
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Please help the man,
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Please help the men behind their masks,
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Behind their hands.
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The Man Behind The Hands
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The Color Morale |