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Lyrics
You can sing a song bout mercy,
In a world that's full of hate.
You can try to build the future,
Even when its too damn late.
You can make a paper angel,
But its hard to make it fly.
You can send truth out into the world,
And itll echo back a lie.
Well, I could love my television.
Hear it shoutin out again.
Its got my kind of answers.
It plays my kind of games.
Well Ive been turning up the volume,
Little louder every day,
But I only got its message
Through the things it doesnt say.
Oh and I, I want to be the one,
Whos breaking down the walls.
And calling out to this city, baby.
But its hard to stay in love,
With a love without a name,
And so many faces.
So I give Life a name,
Like sunlight or rain.
Gotta find a lie,
And try to make it something real.
Gotta find some way to break that sky.
You can hide this in your heart.
You can rip it all apart.
You could be among...be the one...
You know Im lookin for someone.
You can try to make it something.
Or you can throw it on the floor.
You can spit it in my face, babe.
Ill keep coming back for more.
Cause we all can hear her screamin
But it isnt quite a rape.
So we turn away.
Well its a crooked game, baby,
But someone had to pay.
Somehow, some way....
Gotta find that sound.
Gotta find a way to make it come alive.
Gotta find some way to break that sky.
Cause its beautiful sunlight.
Its beautiful rain.
Its beautiful.
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