Another sleepy Sunday, safe within the walls
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Outside a dying world in desperation calls
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But no-one hears the cries, or knows what they're about
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The doors are locked within, or is it from, without...
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[Chorus:]
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Looking through rose colored stained glass windows
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Never allowing the world to come in
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Seeing no evil and feeling no pain
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Making the light as it comes from within, so dim...
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Out on the doorstep lay the masses in decay
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Ignore them long enough, maybe they'll go away
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When you think you have so much, you have so much to lose
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You think you have no lack, but you're really destitute
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[Chorus]
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Rose Colored Stained Glass Windows
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Jars Of Clay |