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Through Colored Lens


What decisions we make 

That lead us to great expeditions where we can't relate  

Not even going to exaggerate, the world is a big lake 

As we drown one by one 

Others killed by crimes with a gun

Sometimes it's father against son

We can't go on world tour 

If we're stuck in the middle of earth's core 

Downsized and hypnotized 

Wake up and recognize

We need to stop falling for satan's lies

Life's beautiful array 

Is destroyed by sinners that can't stay away

So all I do from day-to-day

Is pray, pray, pray

 

 

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