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We here in the broken nation are tired and burised |
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We have been left here alone with nothing |
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We have been abandoned |
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We are like vomit in the street outside of a seedy bar |
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We have been relegated to the bottom of the barrel |
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And all our senses of understanding and love seem gone forever |
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In order to survive here, we have to become like animals... |
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And we have to fore go all sense of civility and understanding |
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How is it possible that a nun can fly? |
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How is it possible that she falls out of a plane and lands unscathed? |
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But who are we... who are we to scoff at such things? |
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Who are we to doubt such miracles? |
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Alas, we are but tramps inthe gutter |
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Here in the broken nation |
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But a little faith can take us a long, long way |
