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So you scream from behind your door
Say "what's mine is mine and not yours!"
I may have too much, but I'll take my chances
Because God stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you...
That he can't come back
Because he has no children to come back for
It's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope, when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above, say it's much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time.
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