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Don't you got better things to do
Than spread your gossip and speak what's untrue?
You go to church, see through your hottie eyes,
Go to your friends, and tell all your lies.
Go on over to your stupid social clique.
You religious hypocrites make me so sick.
You without sin, go ahead cast the first stone.
I didn't think so, so why don't you just go home.
You claim to be a leader.
You claim to make a stand.
But when your brother's falling,
You won't even give a hand.
You claim to be so holy.
You claim to be so strong.
But behind your charade
I know your motives are so wrong.
It don't mean a thing cuz talk is cheap.
Your actions count, but your words you can't keep.
It don't mean a thing cuz talk is cheap
You think you're so righteous,
But I think you're a creep.
You're the kind of person
Who looks at others' sin.
And then spreads the word,
Forgetting your own within.
You go to church to see what's in the news,
So you can gossip, so you can lie,
So you can confuse.
See your brothers falling down all the time.
Instead of showing mercy you convict them of a crime.
You like to watch them as they fall on down.
Instead of helping them you push them to the ground.
It don't mean a thing cuz talk is cheap.
Your actions count, but your words you can't keep.
It don't mean a thing cuz talk is cheap
You think you're so righteous,
But I think you're a creep.
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I think you're a creep.
You claim to be a leader.
You claim to make a stand.
But when you're brother's falling,
You won't even give a hand.
(You'll never be a leader.
You'll never make a stand.
Until you change your ways
My God will not hold out His hand)
(You claim to be so close to God.
Behind the mask motives are wrong.)
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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