• 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
    Cause God's stopped keeping score
    And you cling to the things they sold you
    Didn't you cover your eyes when they told you that he can't come back
    Cause he has no children to come back for
    It so hard to learn, 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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